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Now I've been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh I've been smiling

been goin up
I pray to god I don't come back down
Lately a nigga been getting so high
I swear to god that I can't see the ground
Couple niggas did some

Supposed to be lovers but lately feeling like you hate me
You know I'll risk it all when it come to you
Why you had to turn around and play me for a fool
I'm

scared

Here they come now
See them run now
Here they come now
Chelsea girls

Here comes johnny bore
He collapsed on the floor
They shut him up with milk

Oh yea
Yea yea
Oh yea
Oh yea
Oh yea
Girl Shank can't rap
Come take a ride inside this spaceship
Come take a ride inside this spaceship
(Come on, come

Here come twelve
Here come twelve
Here come twelve

Excuse me, I am Foy
Conquer
Kill
Destroy
In a Bonaville
Condom filled
Yo bitch in my comments

You gotta help me, you gotta help me
You gotta help me, somebody come kill me please
Tonight's the night

You gotta help me, somebody come kill me

Here come the butter baby 
(I bring it smooth and hot) 
Here come the butter baby 
(Bringing it smooth and hot) 
Here come the butter baby 
(I bring it

Just a pain-in-the-ass Johnny
Cash middle finger
No shooting up drugs, no quitter is a winner

Nothing ever comes like it did
When you were in it
Keeping

this every week though
If you come up where I live
They say I'm a cheat code
Gotta come up on a bag
Once like every week though
Johnny Bravo, Johnny

on the stage
But like all wee lads, sometimes he was bad
And went off to play on the flats 
Come home to a tub all covered in mud
And stinkin' of this and that

ai brutti sogni
Tutti sordi per capire che non puoi salire senza sforzi
Senza rime, senza stile, non puoi fare Johnny senza il Cash
Non sapete porvi,

My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me
My Johnny was a shoemaker and now he's gone to sea
With pitch and tar to soil his hands
And to sail

CHORUS
(Are you Johnny Ray) who wants to know
(Are you Slim Ray) who wants to know
(Are you Faye Wray) who wants to know
Who wants to know (are you

Hush-a-bye baby on the tree top
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
When the bough break the cradle will fall
Down will come baby cradle and all

return
They are undead 
And I see their faces from my windows, gloomed
In the temples, people are waiting for their return


Johnny come back
Johnny be

return
They are undead 
And I see their faces from my windows, gloomed
In the temples, people are waiting for their return


Johnny come back
Johnny be

Johnny Law catching up to you
Can't even make a try

Come on, baby
Let's save maybe
For tomorrow
For tomorrow

Stuck here in this old small town
Can't even

Back in this bitch like a habit
Back in this shit like a maggot
They switching like faggots
These niggas don't wanna come see me
Same niggas hating

I ain't come to play games bitch this ain't no arcade 
Switching lanes I've been taking risks like Jeff Hardy 
Niggas all talk they ain't seeing me

Yeah,Yeah,Yeah,Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Naw mean? (ooh)
Me and my nigga Caden
We just be living life (Feel me?)
Nigga come and get yo boo
She counting

Married to the money but these bitches all up on me
Hit her DM once, but she beggin' for my Johnny
Pull up to her crib and now she touchin'

every lie through the barrel of a gun
And you are

Johnny come lay me down by the light
Johnny come lay me down
Come lay me down

Oh, there's a garden in

the plug saying
The gas it come from foreign lands
I get it on demand I ain’t playing ain’t no rook
Diamonds in my hands wanna dance now you shook
I aint