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Bob Dylan - Box Of Vision (Archive)
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And I remember when my pops would never lie to me Introduce me to the world as a crime movie Told me hold my shit in and keep a smile through Put those feelings in a box it's behind you I remember being kids trynna kick back Heard my papa pullin in and all the kids left Everyday's another hustle gotta grind through Get my tool kit We gone go define you I guess that's why I'm going in and going so hard She keep what I'm feeling just some old scars Pots and pans in my criddle little Mozart If I break up out the chain imma go far Going far now When we up into the clouds Make the world wow If I told you I'm together That's a fake smile This is my own trial You don't need to hear out Oh wow You can slow down You can talk about that shit that you just hold out Whats a real man holding back his own child Another fight clan till he get mowed out Kids gon learn all things turn From down on earth We just flow like New kids on the block I feel like Marky Rebellin like we robbing and you know we ain't sorry Im smoking on that sticking playing tricky like an army I hope my pops can't catch me While he searching like safari Pull up acting drunk with a barbie She said are you sober I said hardly My mind be playing tricks on the Bacardi I'm smoking on these swishies And my head get turnt like Marley I can't get a thought out I get to emotional before that train route But thats just where i keep my necklace Aint focused where my head is I'm bout where get that bread is I'm going far as headless Yea Going far now When we up into the clouds Make the world wow If i told you im together That's a fake smile This is my own trial You don't need to hear out uh Oh wow You can slow down You can talk about that shit that you just hold out Whats a real man holding back his own child Another fight clan till he get mowed out Oh wow You can slow down You can talk about the shit that you just hold out Whats a real man holding back his own child Another fight clan till he get mowed out Getting mowed out Getting mowed out Getting mowed out Getting mowed out She mowed out He mowed out We mowed out We mowed out
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