Lyrics:
went blank got damn i cheap skate
go head in pack up the safe she be like please stay na i gotta run to the bank
fill up the safe im tryna run out
the kitty coming close, No tuna
I just wanna chill with a rizla
Smoking on an instagram pic, No filter
I be going brick by brick
Listening to B.O.B, No
can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me!
Can't remember
across the city
If they sell it in the Spar it just feels bait shitty
I'll have a ten bag please yeah bro I feel ya
Won't be the same from a drive-thru
Jammin', jammin', jammin'
Shit I'm whipping yellow but
This shit ain't custard don't be touching
Please bitch don't be touching
This shit right here will get
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
to Texas
It's just the kind of placed where I should be
Yea there's a lot of room
Beneath that southern moon
Texas your a good ol' state by me
Uah
(please hold your applause)
Whenever I play (I'm kind of a big deal)
Now say, "We are the champions" (we are the champions)
We are the champions (we
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
looking cute
Bbg please come thru
Before then back to the stu
Yeah you know what we do
Girl you know it ain't be like dat
I'm just in the stu tryna get
to play guitar
Crosby, Stills, and Nash told us to teach our children well
And Elvis proved that he was still a star
Oh, could somebody please bring back
a team player uh
Yeah, I will make my story and take the game with a trojan
And I'll do it by my lonely, because I can't be a robin
Forward like a real G,
me
Now what are you trying to do?
And I'm crying please
Please let us be friends
Hear me, hear me howling in my pathway, rider
Please, don't you
to listen
There's no light at the end, I'm not optimistic
I said Mr Bob the builder won't you fix my soul
Please Bob won't you fix my soul
I said Mr Bob
to hell
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
Oh, please be
walk around here like
You wanna be someone else
Y'all sing
I know that you don't know
It, but you're fine, so fine
Oh girl I'm gonna show you when
got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game
And now, please rise for the singing of our national
don't play
B-, you think you saw this basket first?
You're a- backwards like motherf- Bob and Silent Jay
Illest sh- you could think I would say
Mind's
got a crowd that's in a frenzy Bob
Let's go down to the announcers for the start of the game
And now, please rise for the singing of our national
got the thistle
Ill be the whistle
Blower Please tack
They’ll call it treason
For no other reason
Then To throw
Everyone off track
Their culpability
the message will
Make you feel better
They're reading the letters
There's Bob and there's Larry
They work well together
They get kinda meta
They're kind
That you are dreamin' about Texas
with the most precious gal by your side
And Bob Wills and his ol' Texas Playboys
playing every ballroom in sight
Baby like the white Coca-Cola
I'm way too high to be sober
So please don't cry on my shoulder
Pop it, shit, pop it, shit
You too loud, I'm too lit
motherfucking gifted
But y'all are blind as can be
The power is about to be shifted
So now y'all are listening to your king
I'd rather drop a bar on a song than
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