Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
see...needles...
Oh oh! you guys are so professional
No, it's nothing...
I mean the way you get to travel to all those exotic towns
You get to playin' and playin' in
performance
Stab you in the back at night then smile at you in the morning
Say they hold you down but don't want you to be scoring
All the raindrops on my neck
ol' gooters
A big ol' glass of gin
That's exactly what I need
Sure feels good, gimme another one!
Yeah
Things are startin' to look better y'all
Yeah,
thing I don't understand
It's true (Haven't got a clue)
be be be baby, I can tell you've got a big problem
When I flush the john, then your shower goes
You niggas done fucked up
By the time the Law
Get the call
I'll be gone
You niggas done fucked up
First name John
Last name Doe
Don't try me hoe
"We
the thing I wanna explain
Earlier in the song I used the term
"Our namesake"
This means that
You see
This
The man we are singing about
The pear-shaped man who
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
heads and the city of ?
Representing with John Doe and the Riders of The Storm
Mondo:
you're keeping things warm
Little black male its
talents because you are generous.
You complete all of your projects on time.
You make money doing things that you would have enjoyed doing for free.
You
mean
Institution,contribution,restitution,destitution
Doesn't mean a thing to you now
You're the freeway feature
For your audience are driving by
John?
The first day of April 1919
The first day of April 1919
You've probably forgotten all about it
You had just moved in
To that office suite
Where
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
the auditions, uh, first up, Mr. John Travolta.
(Jimmy Fallon as John Travolta)
She's like, I swear to God, I mean I can't believe you guys are trying to sell
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Love is not possession and it can't be possessed,
If I should try to own you ,I'd be like all the rest.
I've learnt from past
to show
Masculinity's what you need to show
So hardest out as if I was the seed of John Q
Funny how fast all your past
Demons can find you
Ain't got a clue
John was when John did his Baptism thing?
Fools, you have no perception
The stakes we are gambling are frighteningly high
We must crush Him completely
Chrislam (Chea!)
That's not a thing so I place this John
In your chicks palm
Give her something beautiful to kiss on
'Till I spit one to her lip balm
feelin' the vibe, her body and soul
I heard you stay in a metropolitan home
Well let's kill all the pollyin'
I offer you a Cosmopolitan
Let's jet out
areas of sin I do not recognize
But Your Word promises that you are faithful
And you are just to forgive all our sins
And purify us from all
speaking
From the heaven
You are my beloved Son. In you I am well pleased.
Suddenly the wind, the dove, and the voice
Have vanished
Jesus thanks John
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
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They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
guns make all types of noise
My boys down to ride, like Laurence Fishbourne from Biker Boyz
Beef is one thing that I do not avoid
Metal on me like
sifting sometimes smoothing
Out the things that mean the world to
Dr. John C. Lilly
Are you still floating Dr. John C. Lilly?
Drifting as the time goes
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