Lyrics:
standing or sitting still
Think about the frogs gettin' a thrill
Take a little lesson from the kangaroos
Don't you know they're jumpin' foos, jump you
and among the haze of lights are your dark wishes and spells.
As a dangerous tree or a memory of olives is how you appear, rising and posing for me inside
to five
I got my kids up fucking private school swell man
Do you know how much weed I got to sell to send one of them to school
Like like you know posh
do it how you like
Got a message from Bob Marley for your mind
It'll all be ok let it fall from your mind
They think I'm the son of Bob Marley
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
of tension
You won't drop a decent record
Cuz you fiddle with erections
This how I know
That you been sneak dissing up in the hiding
CAs when I said called
and ritch music, that's the hashtag
Go to the bank, don't mind if you cash that
It's just the Bob in me
Bobbin my head and I'm feeling free
I snap my fingers
sight, endlessly searching solution,
But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder how much it's just institution.
What did you know? What did you
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
that floats, grabbing the livelines of their ships made of sope
If you start feeling blue, consult the Pigeons they will know what to do
Old Bob, he is
Hanukkah time,
If your Bubbe can think back this far,
She'll leave the last for you...
"Leave a golden for oldie! 'Khob im gemakht all for me. Gelt's far di
On the mountaintop
I can see so clear what it's all about
So stay by my side when the sun goes down
Don't wanna forget how I feel right now
(Jireh) Jireh, (You
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
are one
They deny the truth that divided
Is something we cannot be or become
So what does it matter if I don't really like you
If I don't like how you
programmed to
Talk clear, to sound so proper
That gets in the way of how we really feel
You know, we think so much
You know you gotta just question like, when
how to get away
No I don't know, I don't know
And I tried to wash the blue sheets
But that don't wash away the true me
If I had bodies hanging on to my
kids, bitch
Don't call me honey (Call me honey)
Don't come with me, girl, I
Know you love money, ayy
(Bang bang)
All this weed I smoke I think I'm Bob
like one
How can we forgive you if you look like that? (like that)
In or out, you're sickening, a sewer rat (sewer rat)
How can we forgive you if you
Move your hips, do your thang
Get off the wall, don't matter what they think
From your fingertips to your toes
You know you're hot, so let
You play you lay you know that
I’m quick to bob Lil Kodak
Don’t fuck up the vibe
Gone leave with a toe tag
If I miss all my shots
Ima spin back
about me
Is this a life worth living
You know how it beacons
But how does it end for me
Will I ever live
Or does he have it in for me
Will this pop
When I think of you you know I think of rotten fruit
The world would be a better place if you were born a mute
That old time rock n roll is
it couldn't be any redder
So if you think I shouldn't or if you think I should
Go ahead and call me the little engine that could
I think I can, I think
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