Lyrics:
hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
It used to be that old John Wayne
Would fight the good fight once again,
Find the strength to bear the pain,
Stand up til he'd finally fall.
But now
isn't hers
But deep down I think a simple man she prefers
Every kiss was a death wish, every plan was a let down
Stopping the tears she pulls over by
I can hear the music down the hall, Lord the party's getting loud
And I'm sitting by myself here in this little room, and I'm not coming out
I've
while I'm shredding Manchego
To all my haters, you small potatoes
Sipping that local, I'm smoking that legal
Down by the bay, with forty-nine raiders
country now
He'll be singing for Toyota by the fall
That's not true
John's a patriot!
He's not like you
He's a-
Jesus Christ, it stinks here low
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
turned upside down
I'd like to take a minute just sit right there (Just sit down)
And tell you all about the king of Tyre
Now he was full of wisdom,
and wanted to settle down
He said "I can't stay in one place for long you must know this by now"
He left her at a Swiss Chalet, he hopes that she's doing fine
worth
Well if the chips fall down, I'll just have to handle it
Yeah so I'm stepping with the work, but now I
5,000 baby
My name is John Doe and I
CRAIG: Make us a fookin brew
Will you? Kettle's just boiled
KAREN: Aye, i’m gonna sit down with a
Cuppa and watch Jeremy
D'you want a Viscount with
[Spoken]
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you.
The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our
I'd like to have stand up, who's a very very proud man
He used to be many years ago, a bad land farmer down in Dias, Arkansas
But he's Johnny Cash's
Better made than European's robot John H. Thomas
Model seven decimal put out by Jaguar
without the automatic chemical release
emergency vomit
Ode to John Keats is a synonym for the beige, bland, non-salted, lukewarm brain cereal of
Attention-spam deficit
It was the $1,000 USG first prize
stuck by His side, yeah they followed Him around
Man these boys turned the whole world upside-down!
Peter, James, John, Matthew
Thaddeus, Judas,
You're seeing what your getting from my boots to the brim of my hat, just like that
I'd never been the type of guy to get tied down
But there's a pretty
with it
Where if someone was saying peanut butter over and over
You'd be like, yeah, it's funny
Sure it's funny, but you knew they were just fucking
on the dash
For the next eight and one half years
We got paid by Cash
He took us down to Nashville
To Columbia studio
Not knowing where we came from
They told
I'd rather eat my chili beans
At Jack's or John's or Jim's or Jean's
Than taking my chances eating down at Smokey Joe's Café
I risked my like with
Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
Dead presidents, dead d
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
love niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures (let's go)
Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana
me cry
Trust me I’m fine
Got everyone I need by my side
Hope you’re alright
You sit right near me in my mind
I wonder if you’d still be down to ride
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