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meth with your mother
Oh thank you thank you
For leaving and for coming back
And thank you for what inside my friends'
Love bursts like a throng

mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents

They forget
Fallen in my memory hole
Make my consent
Lost, swallowed by the cycle
Buried by a thousand clicks
A mountain of rubble
For my narrative

sport and play
With my Johnny on the banks of red roses 

On the banks of red roses, my love and I sat doon
He took out his tuning box to play his love

Eddie, Mouchie
Robert Jr., Kevin Dalerow, Tim Garret, Jeta, Johnny, LeLe
Junior, Maurice Price, Dwayne Lizard, Johnny Ray, Howard Jr
Keith's mother

don't understand
I'll double the cash
Like I cloned Johnny
Mask got a hold on me
Lapped em
I can see it on the dash
I'm Dali
You're bold and brash
Running

get down, it's all real
J-love in the building, this how we take it

I told them up the block niggas to fall back
Dope fiends is dropping, crack

Protect the legacy

Put a ban on the cigar like it's contraband
Put a hit on his head; now it's cash in hand
Welcome to the USA; the narratives will be

facts you can even go and ask
But I'm all about the cash that's a different kind of cream
And I'm all about the green that's in between hemp
I don't care

John Hardy

Bobby Bare

Darker Than Light

2012

caught him by the arm

He said: John Hardy come and go with me oh boy
John Hardy come and go with me
John Hardy come and go with me oh boy
John Hardy

so I can't complain
Call her babe, I forgot her name
All star, I don't conversate
Love me but I hate em all
Money addict, ATM withdrawals
Blessed by

diamonds are not shining homie, you've never seen Johnny
Screwed Up Click, soldiers united for cash
We legal now, so it ain't no mo' circles in the stash

Way Out Here

Josh Thompson

Way Out Here

2010

about John Wayne, Johnny Cash and John Deere
Way out here

We got a fightin' side a mile wide but we pray for peace
'Cause it's mostly us that end up

Yeah, mother fucker! Kimya Fucking Dawson!
What put your fucking hands down!

As I sit and listen to
A kid you clearly influenced
I text and say I'm

around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,

Morrison, after I was done I said that 'we need more of him'
Topped it off with a walk, with Johnny Cash, one love to my peeps that's passed in
Heaven
Just

to the untimely unkindly
I Walk the line finely like Johnny Cash
But I keep getting visits from the ghost of the past
So I spark another L then I go to the pad

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It’s Johnny Apple seed planting mother fucking genius. John Legend linguist-ic artistic mother fucking mean kid. And when say fuck you, I mean it. I

don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real

Yoh Yoh
Johnny
Its your boy Johnny (Johnny)
Luigi gat the source boy
Money talks it said come get me (come get me)
I wanna be high asf so I did

Respiration

Common

Time Travelin'

2008

to death that's painted by the numbers
With crime unapplied pressure, cats is playing God
But having children by a lesser baby mother but fuck it
We

on my wrist
Another 50 for the chain
I'm just playin I ain't never been out to see Johnny dang
What a shame, dark watch
But I won't cop unless it's plain

Back then they wouldn’t give a nigga nada
This a young souljas narrative coming straight up out the 4
All my pockets getting bigger love the money not