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of this Christmas a strange lovely sight
Small clusters of candlelight

What is it, I asked John he said Christmas Trees
The silence that followed was hard

Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn Uncle John from your door.
 
I

[Hook - Sikander Kahlon]

Saare urey yaar, das kaun vairi
Main one and only, mera clone haini
Billo dawey head, john terry,
Billo dawey head, john

just to hear the sound carried over the sea
Don't you worry, old John.
The shells keep the sleepwalkers in, you will see

Oh, Sally was a sweet girl:

Run the Voodoo Down

Cassandra Wilson

Traveling Miles

1999

I got High John in my pocket
And mud in my shoes
Walked all the way from Mississippi
Just to spread the news

Don't care for idle conversation

it all when we didn't have much
When we didn't have much

I can still hear grandma reading
That red letter Book of John
I can still smell coffee

’m not John Q
I’m more like Q Gotti
Making hits but got enough heart for everybody
They tried to kill my drive but I’m the crazy taxi driver
People take

on my John Stockton 
I’m at the jewelry sto locking a grill options 
I’mma drop like 10 Tapes this year I promise 
I took a hiatus but I had real world

me 
It was me and my ole satchel 
cnd my weasel string bean

Now here comes sheriff john brown
and I'll tell you what he said
He said I've found myself

one me like John and Judas
But here I stand a stolen black Akan who resurrect again
And pull up at the trolley stop like come some what this all about

Bayport, second thought
I for Lil John do juju then hit block (True)
I forgot (Uh uh) e get bad luck (Yeeah)
I no want block my destiny with padlock (For

You ain't saying none
I been on my own
For way too long, need lil shawty on my john
Yeah you know I been rolling off the tongue
Off the dome every-time

Norman
On est là pour ça
Fuck fame if the bitch lame
John wayne when I switch lane
Hot thing when the wrist blings
Part ways with a sick babe
I know

Coffin

Busta Rhymes

Welcome To: Our House

2012

coffin

The most beautifulest thing in this world
Are the funerals I bring to this world
(What up, what up, what up) Gimme the beat, I'ma body it
John

together eleven years)
(Um, I don't really travel much so I've just been here)

(Uh, I, I'm busy John, you'll just have to wait)
(Uh, my little brother

LoveHate Thing

Wale

The Gifted

2013

to redefine the culture, renovate the soul
Women in town, but I'm manifestating every goal
I see potential in John, talk to him once a week
Media targets in our

from the cops

Put the guard down and feel
We're all in the fixture 
I'm like John Wick beause 
I'm a common killer
Never see me comin ya know
I

And I quit wearing uggs John
Cause if I wanna look uncool I'll walk to school right next to you
And I quit doing drugs mom
Because they always make me

I ain't faking shit ain't no love for my enemies
Headshot in the whip I'm talking John f Kennedy
I ain't wanna smoke him but he wolfing like a thug

Tshhh huh I don’t fucking know 
I don’t know shit like my name John Doe 
Big Ape shit, nigga better ask Jasoe 
Run up on him, nigga that’s a KO

Yeah,

pass a hoe chris paul
Cross a hoe up im John wall yeah and i'm bout to heat up the winter
If he get too close then I might have to burn ya but bitch I

me (Yeah)
Like a John deer
Cause I'm icier 
Like a skier 
Ass fat (Yeah)
Know you see it (Yeah)

Niggas they just stare
And she don't even care
She

it sadie's
I smell the shit like it's
Gravy, that nigga a clown
I think he John Wayne Gacy
You won't chase me nigga, take these
Drop the body

the pool and baptise yutes like John the Baptist
Or I might just swing my acts with Paul and cause a madness
Two puts ten thousand to flight that's bible