my name (Bob) And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sing Oh, yea, and I just dropped my new album On the first week I did 500 thousand Gold in the
everywhere I go people want to hear me sing Oh yeah, and I just dropped my new album On the first week I did five hundred thousand Gold in the spring
ever, plan to motor west Travel my way, take the highway that's the best Get your kicks on Route 66 It winds from Chicago to L.A. More than two thousand
Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me Ah, mater, want Jet to always love me Ah, mater, much later Jet, with the wind in your hair Of a thousand laces
set my soul Gonna set my soul on fire I gotta whole lotta money That's ready to burn so Get those stakes up higher Well, there's a thousand pretty women
the battlefields those dragons will fly Mighty claws for their furious fights You shall never forget that sight The winged ones swept the land below With the thundering winds
firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind
A gray ghost night on an Eastern flight Sixteen thousand miles away I lay awake when the morning breaks But what can I do to get you Back in my heart
You oughta, five thousand, back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind
Through the fully operational, hand held tote Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more More than thousand
Because the instrumentals spins a hundred times faster Many was taken, is at the price of a pawn And the collective lost had left, thousand of mourn
flags and durags Other cats got they red out, cars sped out) [chorus 2: killah priest *singing*] I am king of bethlehem We sit upon the throne Thousands
It's over, it's coming Where y'all going? What y'all running for? It's over, it's moving closer, the sky getting lower Hey, yo, yo Winds turn colder,
than a pet shop More gunz than a Vietnam vet, we was set Loaded up the work and let's jet My nigga big Paul loaded up the u-haul A thousand pounds uncut
summer Somewhere in the desert we raised the oil pressure And waited for the weather to get much better For the new wind to blow in the storm We tried
moona?¦ Somewhere on the prairie, A little cross in mine A simple wooden marker With a plastic rose is entwined And in the stillness of the twilight As the tumbleweeds wind
cowboy's sweetheart That's the life I love the best. I wann ride a paint Moce it at a run I wanna feel the wind in my face A thousand miles away from
Oh man, I got a splittin' headache And my heart is broken up into A thousand tiny little microscopic pieces I got a head full of headaches, a heart that