Lyrics:
torment, suprised how I glow?
I put faith in my lyrics ain't nothing i love more than this so just let me flow
Tom on the stage with the mic and the fealing
torment, suprised how I glow?
I put faith in my lyrics ain't nothing i love more than this so just let me flow
Tom on the stage with the mic and the fealing
Four door coupe, we in the back
Eyes glazed red but the windows all black
Shawty givin' me head, hold it in don't yak
On my Tom Brady shit Callin' me
Bob
Bob got it goin' on with no job
And everything Rob got he got from Robin
And everything she got she got ho-hoppin'
My girl Jilly wanna be like
by you like Jay and Beyonce
And if I hear say you ghost me
I no go dey my dey, baby don't ghost me
Till the end of time, I wanna live my days with you
no good"
And I suppose you'll judge me by my clothes
But not my good friend Bob
Bob
Bob is smarter than most
His favourite meal is Vegemite toast
He
Hang your head, Tom Dooley,
Hang your head and cry;
You killed poor Laurie Foster,
And you know you're bound to die.
You left her by the roadside
me so enchanted
We've made it, you and I
Let it echo far and wide
Oh, how the time does fly
With you here by my side
Baby, you're the reason why
I feel
Girl, this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect.
Of course, I'll pay and by the way, my dear,
Here comes Bob!
I ain't subtle in my ways of making
track the God is on
They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on
Straight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John
Tom Tom, direct me
of the
hunters...
And, of course, as always, the part of Bob the Janitor is played by the
accordion.
Well, that's it for the introductions. And now, the story.
brew the true Bishop from Juice
Runnin' wild, loose, me and my 40 troops were stupid
Style, it was snorkel coats, Polo gooses, ruthless
Goons
Better not come close imma cut your own throat
7180
That boy hit so soft I got hit by a pillow
He is a perro got down by my fist tho
Houdini with me we got
I'm just another Russell Group punk
Just another Distrokid kid
Just another dime-store Tom Verlaine
Waiting for my 15 seconds of fame
When the child
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.
Two o'clock in the morning, you just tryna get my watches, most asses can't afford it
I don't know who it's tom, but she keep telling me just not
with my head held high
Fucking with me trust me buddy you are not that guy
Hook
Bob your head to the beat till your neck breaks
My lines are fortified
this rain
I believe the echo is controlling me
(Controlling me)
Days still pass so endlessly
Can't you see I can't be set free
(Set free)
I've been in
on
'Cause I need to feel the stars sleep by at night
Better get the Breakdown squad out
Get me rolling on
'Cause I can't keep my thoughts out of sight
Better
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
like fool nigga
I don't really play by the rules
She callin me Bob when I build on that ass
And I hammer her out like a tool
Wait
Chief again prolly
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
Your voice is always found
When I find that echo, echo, of You
Reaching through all space and time
Permeating my deepest thoughts
Longing just to meet
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