Lyrics:
hate, how fame taints the players
At the end of the day I'm just another rhyme sayer
Waiting for the world to change like John Mayer
Yeah, waiting
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
and washing it clean
Rebuilding I mean, letting it grow green - what a scene
I'm somewhere between Jesus and Charlie Sheen
Eric Clapton in Cream and John Mayer
Now I'm the stepdaddy and the son in law
You call me Too $hort they call me too raw
I creep by one room in to the next
Nothin' goin' on but some
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
to taste you
Waist full of tattoos and my face full
Anatomy probably the baddest and I had to see
Ass like a planet, I'm pulled in by gravity, carry
me
Memories of the car seats
John Mayer while I'm passing street after street
Broke is building an elite fleet
Somewhere you can't reach me
I can still smell your perfume on my pillowcase
Hear you singing to John Mayer in my car
I can touch you in my dreams that I have late at night
you where my stash at
Been doing it since Balenciaga was arena
It was 250 cap
Now we packing out arenas
Gold Daytona, Green face, John Mayer
And I'm just getting started
But they beg me to retire
But this is my world
You could call me Michael Myers
Oscar Mayers
I'm a weenie
I'm the meanest
Pull
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
annihilation
They call us useless eaters
For whom the Earth cannot provide
Satan's their God
So giving us AIDS is justified
When I step, say I lied, cause
microphones
And they all wanted back by they peeps
Sleep if you dare, 'cause death catch niggas when they sleep
Beware of the consequences, it's senseless
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
I'd rather face the knife (ouch)
And I want all the smoke, this is not haze
This that homegrown Methadone, John Blaze (huh)
I hate when you niggas
the club, All in
Turned a dove to a thousand
Won't stop till we billionaires
Can't find me in my crib, I'm never there
Do a show, I sound like John Mayer
the sense of being up-john and senseless
It's a see-saw sickness, it's a snake-bite, low-chant jive
On the century's crime
Oh, chin-batty dour face
like John Wick
(John Wick)
We let bullets go, fuck the opps
Them niggas not 'bout shit
(Hol' up, 'Bout shit)
Pull up by myself, just a few niggas
I rock
Fresh out of high school, glad cause he hated it
Everybody in the senior class'll call him gay but it
It never bothered him, his name Johnathan
Who's your protector?
Dark is the city where the white girls walk by,
Down below your eyes, just like fireflies.
You call me here, come on here, follow
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
coming home
John
Johnny, where'd you go
Johnny Baseball's gone,
And he isn't coming home
John
Johnny, where'd you go
You said it to my face and that was
about not
Smoking while smoking, and keep smoking
I don't love John Mayer
I care if you like what I like
And I know that life is beyond fair oh yeah
I
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