Lyrics:
By Elton John and Bernie Taupin
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
I WAS BORN IN THE NORTH OF ENGLAND,
I WAS RAISED IN A WORKING TOWN.
I BROKE ALL THE RULES
man took a lot(Isaiah 53:5)
Praise to the king
Who loose every knot(Galatians 2:4)
Pray for the ones
Who not on the team(Ezekiel 33:11)
Pray for
Sing for the moment, I hit the high note
Someone please let Elton John know
Tell the lieutenant I'm Hect Camacho
With a Catholic priest
basement?
I don't wanna play.
Yes, I want the fame.
My dad called me tonight, 12 v 2, boi you ought to be famous.
Word in, mother praying.
Humbled by Michael
a loaded 45, colt single action that was sleeping by his side
And then a blur
I swear I heard
2 shots for sure
God bless Our Lady of the Fields, god bless
I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it
Three's for the bitches that be fucking for the hoe of it
Four for my niggas that be stacking
1-2 1-2 keep it on
Listen to the shit because we kick it until dawn
Listen to the abstract got it going on
Listen to the ladies come on and let me
that He might be revealed
Son of Man, Son of God, that's two of His titles
The Christ had arrived, John was not there to rival
Now when Jesus came into
anybody
I'm talking jitas
Who can cover for me
They can back me
Every now & then
I mean it
It's a party
When we link up
Every minute
But I'm so far
By
intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
and the
Jeep is shakin' the snake
Like a man upon the move for a
Doll who doesn't hesitate
Bad John
You hear the sound of a sad song
And when
fills
Twenty inch, wide, twenty inches high
Hoe don't you like my twenty inch, ride
Twenty inch thighs make twenty inch, eyes
Hoping for American
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they
IN THE VALLEYS AND ATOP THE MOUNTAINS
VERSE ONE: (John)
Like a vessel searching for the harbour from the sea
Battered by the storms and the waves
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
for life
Show me your ho and I'll be fuckin' that bitch by midnight (but see)
It ain't nothin' nice, shakin' these niggas like dice
I told you once,
(x2), then this prison's not a tomb {x2}
If I'm John (x2), then this island's not a tomb {x2}
If I'm Gideon (x2), then my weakness's not a tomb
If
Of course I have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see I recently got married,
I hope that means you are wishing me well and not
The Ballad Of John Williams
In the hot summertime
Of 1839
the crew slipped a boat into the ocean
John Williams and his friend
Two missionary men
Timothy, one and verse seven
For God has not given us the spirit of fear
But of power and love and a sound mind
Three John, two
Beloved, oh, I pray that
here, it's not by accident
Grab my pen and done my analysis
And here's what I found
You suck dick for a record deal
Painted nails don't flex appeal
Some
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