Lyrics:
John Hardy he was a desperate little man
He carried two guns every day
He shot a man on the West virginia line
Might have seen John Hardy getting
didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on this beat B
Cause we running shit like the Dingleberry's on four
of brightness
That reflects light
This round I'm a indicate every way possible
Why him choosing that name just ain't bright
For instance
When you battled John
3 am, mustang speedin'
Two lovers, headed for a dead end
Too fast, hold tight
He laughs does motor moves
Runnin' through the red lights!
Hollerin'
Your quest for fame had you distorted, not acceptin' sorry
I'm really that, the streets a vouch, the people vouch
The jail a vouch, all the niggas in
a few licks
I just taught an old dog some new tricks
Fuck whatever ya mood is and ya two cents
Newman's a nuisance back to makin moves bitch
When Nonna
What's good
This your man Dj Em-D
With my man Rubuen Ponce
Man
You crazy for this one bruh
Let's get it
Baby give your all of me
And then I'll
will come through
So I can come home to be with you
And tomorrow, oh tomorrow
Go by and tell my mom and daddy
That I love 'em
And for 'em not to worry
Fahrenheit
With my warm long johns in the Wintertime
All is well so I recline by the tree
I settle my brain for a sugar plum dream
But then a great big
want to try for two,
Guess he'll get along without no help,
Live all his life on the mountain by his-self
you value your hide, you best stay out of my path
When I'm cutting through I might saw you in two and you'll be looking for your better half
He yelled
a fisherman.
OK, I'll take that as a compliment. But I'm not sure.
I mean, it is because I miss the good old days when men were man. Right. John Wayne, Paul
by line, and take your time
You thought the day would never come
Never ever thought that you
Would be reading, "Dear John"
By the time you read
from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
at the last moment ? especially in ?B? movies. And when America found itself having a hard time facing the future, they looked for people like John Wayne. But
Rock of ages cleft for me
Now that could be the voice of John F Morgan in the
Ripley jailhouse singin' hymns
Well ol' Johnny might just be singin'
& i had a 3 up in my pocket
That was midday
& she threw me 30 on her shirty
On my birth (wait)
[X2]
[Mitch Moses Verse]
Baby gurl you got it all wrong
Parachute ratty. One bunk chord, now the air is scooped badly. Dripping out the sticks like a twig tweed hammock. Miter cut the cables for that
To himself as "man" for a bit
Well, only cause I've been
Playing Skepta for weeks
Mans been doing impressions
For a long while now
John Cleese
Mans never done
for they freedom
Like they ravage, these devils be terrified of God for a reason
You could be savage as a heathen but ain't no atheists in foxholes
When I got your letter, baby
I was in a foxhole on my knees oh yes, I was
And your letter brought me so much strength
Tell you what I did, baby
Ha
Holy John lives down by the water
Bathing sinners and he wants your daughter
Telling people that they'd better repent
Telling your daughter it was
Yeah, going out to Showbiz, Whiz One, Lord Finesse
Jazzy Jay, my man Q-Tip, KX, yo check it out
Check one, two, no one to run to
I Catch-22,
and invest in it, the company wants me testing it by racing it against my very best Lord, Lord, John I do believe you are my very best.
Well Captain, said
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