Lyrics:
Words and music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
Based on John 15:18, Philippians 1:28, Romans 8:37
Look at the front page, turn on the tv
They fire
and drink my lonestar beer
From Austin up to Dallas, Amarillo to el paso
You can here bob wills bill mack and me on your radio
Don't ask me why I'm going
time cause you still breathin
From a world so cold
I let it loose from my soul
I spit fire as I bash through the stones
Picked up sticks to crush a few
Making me give you my last name
Who thinks to stop me
Black Bing Crosby
Fuck their plot he
Write up another one
Ain't been this lit I's 21
21 days
21 plays
like 'Zilla
I want you
Baby, don't you run from me, you know I want you
She down with Slime, she got a tattoo in another color
Thugger getting high
We put some of the illist from the West Coast into circulation.
You got swept under the world 'cause we is caucation.
Had you even second
Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money
what’s next
There’s more sun to shine, and road to ride
Brother with you by my side
So come on Hopper Bob, it’s time for another round
We’ve got some hell
There was Everything but the Girl
Bob Geldof has no ego
That man should get the Nobel Prize
By the time he sang the solo on Feed the World
I thought he
invites to far left and alt-rights
I'm from the Bob Marley party, everything'll be alright
You say, "All life matters"
But you pay it no mind when Black
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
Living in a world, world world
Where we kill one another
Kill on one another
Oh my goodness he's gonna kill him
Living in a world, world world
on pushing til the day I'm dead (Until I'm dead)
Another dream (Another dream) just one more scheme (One more scheme)
See me doing it by any given means (By
from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair
The world will never see another man like him
Hey Bob, Supe had a straight job
Even though he coulda
For the world's more full of weeping
Than you can understand
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light
By far off furthest
I be the first ever Asian astronaut
Blastin' off, castin' off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Steamboat Willie Bonnie Prince of
All this shit
You're like the king of a certain genre
But even you must want to
Quit like if you hear
A record by Bob Dylan
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
This is our world
This is our world
This is our world
This is our world
So get the f*** out
Judging from the information so far collected
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
and dough and dough)
As the world turns and steady turnin'
(From this state to that state)
(From this cell to that cell, as the world turns)
As the world
got hit on our head by some damn ruffians
Now is the world ran by descendants of them, major profit of sex, violence, slavery, and drugs
We really
Taped to legs beneath pants
Likened to a dark moon
Colliding with the dead world
The red world
Unknown zone of tonight
Flagged down by the sight
Wavers
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