Lyrics:
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
yeah
Only have what you see, yeah
Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
It's "Hello", oh, Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch
At the limit push harder
Live it by the minute go farther
Shits a slaughter
Flow like water
Box don't exist shits broader
Got to run faster
I need
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
me
Bob Marley blaring, it's hot as fuck, sweaty
My skinny ass flexing, so that fat bitches is sexing
My nigga Brain Leftin', O-high like Cleveland
knuckles on stun and made them all fall)
Then I just laughed
(We whooped that ass)
And put the feelings aside, I know who I am
I cast the grain by
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
the daps
Who? What?
Click clack, drop back, it's a South Side jack
From the 8-7 Lack, with my hustlers in the back
I'm South Side raised yea I'm down by law
to every word you say
You have shaped me with your hands
Now I don’t know who I am
Tell me who I am
I’m helpless in your hands
Tell me who I am
10pm, it’s
some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is
Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother thinking that
on my dresser
I got's to get paid, everyday, by the minute, by the second
Check it, I need to get to Houston
Need to get a Caddy sittin' on them deuce
I keep peakin' out the curtain from the hotel
The music is so loud, but it's almost as though
I don't hear no sound, I should get ready for the show
It's so chilled out bro, it's very wavy
I'm on my wavy shit boy
Y'know I don't really know who
Made the beat bro but it's okay
Wake up at 11PM
“Frequencies of Life” lyrics - written and performed by Tyrone (2 Dub Official) Mosby
Life Frequencies
Alright, smooth it out
You know, one thing
fronting this is fraud
Way y'all cappin' y'all got talent
No Bob Ross this is art
Y'all be lying just because
Y'all want clout but for what
Y'all don't want
fair enough
Yo, it's Bob the Ross i pop the rocks
On top of this awfully hot coffee pot!
(Talk to 'em)
I'm making heads bop (Aye)
I'll take your head,
watch how i get it right back
You know what it is
You know where it's at
You listening I know this shit Slap
Got a droptop
You know it's foreign
to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving
Can I get an Amen? Woo!
So that's right BoB
When you stand on the shoulders
Of those who came before
You might just see far enough to realize
And by
help
In our land of milk and honey, there's a man who is counting the stars
His name is old Bob, talk to him if you meet him, he is the one who will bark
2021 by BGourd
Opened
4:08 PM by me
Created
Oct 6, 2021
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Man don't teach me in my suit
No leather skin I come
pricks
Who don't buy shit just ask what else you have And don't want none of it
Fuck off my phone bitch I'm onto the next one
And if I get a call in I'll
when I'm rolling in Irvine with you
Eight PM bae I'm taking all the time for you
Late at night but I'm riding by the side with you
Kiss you twice now I'm
Well, the first thing I want to say is??Mandate my ass!?
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not
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