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line for that matter
That's seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe
And Phantom 309
So we rode and talked the better part of the night
And I told
Blue Monday morning at the factory gate
Almost time to clock in
The boys are all betting that Joe wouldn't show
They'd seen him over the weekend
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
Uh, yeah, I think I'm goin' down to the shore.
Rod - Whatcha gonna do down there?
Joe - Uh, I don't know, play some video games,
buy some Def Leppard
Mister Johnny is a game changer
I miss mister Johnny he's a game changer
I take a deep breath and I feel better
Begging and crying no it's not for me
what I am, I don't what you are, it don't matter if you talk to me. I felt so excluded, like someone stepped on me. There's a war for the soul, for
twenty-one guns like I'm Billie Joe
(Like I'm Billie Joe)
Walkin' steady by myself, down a lonely road
(Down a lonely road)
Still die for my homies, I can
these people bounce
[Joe:]
Let me see that body bounce baby
Let me see that body bounce
Let me see that body bounce right
(Yeah Man)
[Nick:]
Now I'm
three's for all the M 3's
Racin across the Tapenze
?Matchin see's? followed by the white Lincoln
drivin like I ain't thinkin
Wit my hats
believe
In the things that we believe
And if they resist
We'll slit their wrists
Don't don't don't argue
I am right, follow me
I'm your god tonight
Joe
from Mayo
One morning on the highway as Biden he came down
He met Kamala Harris a mile outside old Scranton Town
I'm bound for the White House, won't
most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya ass like
Smoke from a downshift blows across the grain
And the blackbirds are flyin' across the golden plain
I'm goin' back to where it was I came
I got
Hey Joe!How can we know
What you've been doing all these years?
It's not that I'm asking you for money
I just want you by my side
His brother Marc
turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery
CHORUS-2
Joe,are Kelly,Mary J,Faith,Mariah and Sade
Made the Whole world sing many times,many ways
But you are
You're the perfect love song
Every time I'm
bed, he don't care if we're dead or alive
Three satin pillows are under his head, while we's begging for bread to survive
Joe, you can stop counting
to Poseidon's trident and Zeus' lightnin' strike
And my metaphors are what Thor was to the Norse viking
I'm a born titan and at-point kill 'em like
As he passed around them black-eyed peas
That's soul food
You know what I'm talkin' about
Said "Ol' Billie Joe ain't never had a
Lick of sense in his
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
Well, I saw you on the CNN News
I guess you got the teleprompter blues
It must make it pretty hard on you
When the only letters there are LGBTQ
Joe
back
Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
If the rest of you provide is wack
I see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they
an actual president
Vote for a regular Joe
It might not be safe to go to the polls
So I guess I'll vote by mail
Thank God I live in Ohio
Where common
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