Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
off beats
And now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2:2 in finance
Eating pasta on my lunch break
While I'm scribbling my rhymes
And picture me,
(Ooaaoh),
The time is right now,
For everyone to be happy.
Sing Now (Ooaaoh),
The time is right now,
For everyone to be happy.
(Scatting by Scatman John
out now and there will be
No more reprives
Chris
I got till the old man leaves!
John
Chris, don't be a schmuck -
Th' Ambassador is leaving now
One
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
to is bark before I fight
Before I take you down, might as well be polite
[Chorus]
Hear 'em say, oh my God, here he come, here he come
Hear 'em say, oh
di girl and mek dem bawl out fi Jah Jah
(Yo, sim simma) And ah me got di girls dem power
(Sim simma) Yeah, we cool and Mya sing by di hour now
I
non-groupie):
I mean, we still want to hear your record...
Listen you chicks!now didn' .. didn't you just say that you got off bein' juked with a BABY OCTOPUS
of gold
Victorious he brings back the prize to the castle
only to be stopped at the gates
His very own brother (Sir!) determined (John!) to have him cast
be
Maybe God would
Let some grow for me
And all the little children
That I love like my own
Will they be sorry
That Old John's gone?
Who's
cry when old John dies who's gonna cry when old John dies
Once I was a young man dashing with the girls
Now no one wants an old man I lost my
is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta stay
všetkým ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
give a fuck if all your neighbours they can hear us
I ain't backing down, my happiness been going down the drain
But you happy now
I got make up imma let
Doe
Guantanamo, John Doe
Every one of us is connected to a light
Though some have switched it off, and now are ruled by night
Thats where we could be
When you go back to the origin of the Transatlantic slave trade
It started in 1555 with a man named John Hawkins
And he presented a business plan
on for him
I keep driving
Past his driveway
We're a drive by
In the wrong lane
I pretend that
I don't want things
It's like forgetting my name
I want you
or where I silently kill em like radon
Pay em no mind, I'm in a bind
I just been rapping so long now I'm wondering
How many times I can hear a guy claim that
i'd never done the things I did
But tomorrow by tomorrow I'll be on the road again
I can hear the wild birds calling my name
Calling me home
John's down
Well I'll be damned if I ain't John McClane
I'm stuck in a bad situation, and for once I'm not to blame
It's clear this Gruber fella ain't my homie
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
Written by Tommy Shaw
Lead vocals by Tommy Shaw
Dear John I knew you
About as well as anyone
We were the wild ones
So sure those days would
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've
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