Lyrics:
An' your sisters all gone wrong
An' your daddy needs you home right away.''
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny on my name
But I can't go home this
Dashing through the snow
In a one-horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way (ha ha ha)
Bells on bob-tails ring
Making spirits
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
Look what I got
Life ain't shit
So I took a long walk
Came back home sat in the same spot
Satin on my back got me sleeping a lot
That's a real nice
Man, my heart beating fast as shit
Gotta slow it down dawg
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It feel good to be back home
It feel good to be back home yeah
cye
cye
Yeah
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making spirits bright,
the boy a face tat I ain’t talkin Don ED HARDY
Fuc em eaither way regardless gangnem going so Hardy
First black fien he was looking like Steve Harvey
what about bob (so what about bob? )
He has to go back to the dirt
In order to make his shit work
(ahhh shit )
Didnt even think about strippers huh!
How
on me for cold reactions
In the sky but just in case it ain't no way to clap him
It's a warzone back home, I swear
Ring around the rosie, cup full
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
baby on the way
Hey, up to Jimi Hendrix, to beer, the Sonic Lizard, the Rape Man
How about Bob Marley, Bob Dobbs and Bob Forrest
To all those punker
to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me
[Cuban Link]
(verse one)
me and thugs up
Christmas like 2 months a year
Scrollin' through
my iPhone
Strolling through the mall
You walked right by I didn't notice you at all
Every day around this
My moon's always by my side. She never runs, she always fights
Moon, will you come back home and teach me your ways? Teach me your ways
My moon's
Looking For Suzanne
Bob is a trucker out in Phoenix,
He drives that 40 once a week at least,
And lately when he's headed out to Tenessee
He thinks
My Shades
If I close'em like B.o.B. and Lupe
I can Firmly say "It's a Fiasco today!"
A Master granted my Wysh but I still feel played
Well respected
surrounded by my fears
The way I cry, can't see out of my eyes clear
But all my boys back home
All my friends are fam
And when I'm gone, I'll worry when we'll
no other lover can
Now don't you know I treat her nice and kind
The way no other lover can
I came home the other day and she was
Suckin' off some other
Cru's i know to many
[Starang]
Now make ya' choice
[Louiville]
Choose starang
[Starang]
Choose henny, ride around my way
in my black 420 smokin on a Bob
through repetition
Chill for a minute
Till we back on course
Why of course
No pit stops
I Play by force
From afar I see my homie vexed
He growin
Be my only
Off the drank, no Bill Cosby
I move like it's hockey I shoot my shot and feel like Crosby
Ain't support my methods out the picture how I'm cropping
rubes, these turpentines they in my scent
You know I get it back like Bruce Wayne, way I'm heaven sent (uh)
Told her fix a line and now I mix it up
Mix
up Bobs and John
Got the boys and we hit the streets
There’s a rat in Gavilan that we’ve got to meet
It’s a long way home
We’ve got a long long way
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