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A freckled-faced lad with the sea in his blood who never knew panic or fear
Perhaps that's why it was that they called him John Ross
John Ross with

[Chorus: JOHN ROSS]
First thing I do when I wake up in the mornin’
Check up on the group chats Ion even talk in
Send that come through text I just

his chair
Telling stories of gone times
All the children are there
Pam pours him a whiskey
And plays with John Ross
In upcoming seasons
John Ross will

sides (Niggas weird)

Runnin' shit like John Ross at the combine
(John Ross)
Fly nigga, I see shit from a birds-eye
(Fly nigga) i ain't got no license
In

love with john ross and eloped across the Delaware 
The both of you ran off and started your own upholstery business 
War came and took the life of John

just block
I just went off the top
Call me lil wayne with locs
Bitch I get fresh like John Ross
Basic ass nigga in Ross
I just be cop for a cop
Bitch I

I just run to money like I'm John Ross
I go up like some (Wings) I can't (Stop) like I'm (Ross)
So that mean little nigga I'm really a boss
But nah I

Talkin' all that shit behind a curtain, confessions
Run up on me the uzi vert you to heaven
No John Ross, pack got me seventh heaven
Count up my hunnits

comrades
From nothing
To something
Do the John Ross
On life’s dash
And I don't trip over storms
Cus I know
This to shall pass
Forever boxing my way out
Like

my name John Ross
I'm not in the water no more yeah I go across
Throw that bitch up I swear to god you'll get mossed
Fell in love with the juice don't

Stepped by looked around
This is backwards hustling
Bills counting down
Clocking time like that 4.2 in 40 John ross
Hound
Any means but with in my

your peace
Stain of broken trust
4000 buried in dust
I tried to stop the cruelty
They called me soldier that was good to us

Chief John Ross led us in

[Intro]
Grandmastafunk in this bitch

A ring, ring, ring, hold up
Yah, yah, yah, ay
This is that old JOHN ROSS, yeah

[Chorus]
A ring for my neck,

Ouuu! Ouuu! Ouuu! Ouuu! Ouuu!
Alexander right on my shoe. 50LIKES how do I do it?
Look at you fake fried.
Look at you fake fried.
John Ross FaceTime ouuu.

can't tell me... that your favorite rapper has never said bitch. I won't fuckin' believe it... so... It's JOHN ROSS

Shhh. Gotta be quiet ouuu shhh shhh. Uhm no I need the water in order to breathe unlike Sandy. Roll with grim reaper like Billy and Mandy. John Ross

Work at all cost
Straight to the top I'm the boss
These niggas feeding my ego I'm speeding through life man I feel like John Ross
I catching bags over

lock jaw
Yes I'm goin to heaven shoutout to seven and john ross!
Hadda get it how I live Hadda get it how I live
Hadda get it how I live Hadda get it how

clip make him walk real slow like a lunch line
Glock made him run fast like John Ross at the combine
Smokin' backwoods, got me feelin' on cloud nine

John Ross 4:2 40 yeah yuh lost (turbo charge) 
Too much sauce 
Bitch I’m hot 
Pull up to my pad talking that shit than you get popped (pop) 
I’m swerving

thought
Taking off on these bitches no lift off
I ain't ask for the price I don't need the cost
Said I'm big like the giants I'm John Ross
Lick it off

Shimmy Yo

Qui tu connais comme oim à
Part John Ross Junior?
Appelle-moi la crosse sortant d'un fut
Personne ne m'ignore
Appelle-moi jamais vu ou inédit

Seemed Like a Good Idea (At the Time)

John Farnham

Anthology, Vol. 1: Greatest Hits

1997

Ross Wilson, John Farnham, and Ross Fraser
I've been a fool, I have been cruel
You put your faith in me
Ask myself why, no alibi

Now that

Be Someone - by Crank Up The Silence
Written by Leif Edvard Måsvær
Produced by John Edward Ross

Vers1

Life kicked me in the face

Swept the rug