Lyrics:
tonight,
Give me the key to that Beamer,
She looked at me and laughed,
Started shakin her ass,
She said her brother just came home
From the jungle
Eh
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Straight from the home of the decepticons
Little nigga from vanderveer p's weapons drawn
Its Picasso
Hit em with 4 shots
Cuarto
Black boys covered in
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Sawdust John
Old timers tell how a timber man fell to a tree with a scar in its side
In the hollow beneath there's the saw blades teeth and the men who
Nothing ends, nothing starts
No falling short of what's sublime
No shredded wheat or Space and Time
When John Lennon said, Imagine
There's no heaven. Above
on the speaker, listening to a discourse by Buddha and some of them teachers and then I
Rolled out of bed had breakfast with Bab, we talked politics and Bahaullah
at the skylight
In the nighttime
Pray to GOD I make my way back home to shine bright
Flamethrow
Here we go
Making room for me to grow
No more pondering inside
with my best friends
And you was the one I was stressing
My first instinct has been second guessing okay
Don't wait on me, ain't no guarantees
Your boy
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
and pray for them
Let me begin with Alex Sullivan
What a hope in him
What little I have read, his speakin' seemed to be slim
But his heart, big and strong
'Cause Whitney's still with me
And her death kinda hurt a nigga
So let's get back to talkin' 'bout murder, nigga
John Lennon got shot in the back
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
your face with a screwdriver
Show me a goon liver
A miracle I ain’t in jail doing a two-fiver
I speak electricity
My words are loose diamonds
String ‘em
that I composed
And it’s called
Tonight is the night
That you make me a woman
Now I never intended recording this song
It was a personal poem
This
of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
of France
Nothing further, I jumped
Grabbed my Goyard trunk
Got ready to 'Walk it Out' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks
That's when I heard Murder
would I say when she asks what's new?
Say, "Nothing, what's with you?
Nothing much to do."
You know that old trees just grow stronger,
and old
at the top of our lungs
We back home, we back home
See this music helps me cope with this life shit
It's like us dudes can't show emotion cause we'll get shut
bounce
Boy, you better run home when you see me
I don't mean a baseball mound
I'm the king in this bitch
That's why I let my hair grow
In the shape
Paso’s rap scene
Call me John like Imma legend and shit
And let it be like John Lennon and shit
Damn
I know I’m in love, cause when I hit, it hits
ever listened to any of the older fellas?
Oh, yeah, sure. I like ah, John Lennon and the other one with, eh, Harry Nilsson
Mmm, you go back that
concept
I'm old school, shoot like a world war vet if you're far fetched
My hands move with my breath, I never give my arms rest
Im'ma keep working till my
stuck in 2 time zones)
Hey, mm, hey
I'm all alone
Don't know which way to go
Leave me alone
If you can't help me grow
Where do I call home
Stuck between 2
.jpg/208px-John_Lennon_1969_(cropped).jpg "John Lennon")
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