Lyrics:
for tomorrow
Without you by my side
We're only strangers
In this cold dark world
But there's no danger
When I whisper these words
Only love can get you
JAMIE
No, that one's Jerry Seinfeld.
That one's John Lennon there.
No, the Dakota-
The San Remo is up a few blocks.
Have you been inside the Museum?
more than a Beatle fan
Never heard a sound like THIS
I'm number one
You're forever number two like Siamese
This is New York rap on gold d's
Jay Rock
radio, let's go
Will you remember Jerry Lee
John Lennon, T. Rex and old Moulty?
It's the end, the end of the seventies
It's the end, the end
radio, let's go
Will you remember Jerry Lee
John Lennon, T. Rex and old Moulty?
It's the end, the end of the seventies
It's the end, the end
with his head! Let's go to sleep, to sleep
Shrouded in the forest night
Let no foe our souls afright
Matthew, Mark and Luke and John
Guard the beds we
better fuck sumn
Shirt, shirt by Versace
Bitch you better fuck sumn
Ho, Hoes wanna knock one
Bitch you better fuck sumn
I just bought a shirt for tonight,
We could move
This place is a pit anyhow!
The landlord's a nazi!
Imagine. No posessions.
That's what John Lennon said
And you know how much
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Bless the bed I lie upon
Two at my head and two at my feet
Look after me while I sleep
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
better now ?
The USA plagued by mass shootings
Ukraine invaded by Vladimir Putin
Folk no longer go first footing
That Hogmanay custom has long died
So
the law caught up with John in Maple Creek, I'm told
As for his partner, no one knows. Twenty years later living some new life they s'pose
But I'm just back
Intermission
I took a break from all that
Looking for the money so I made a contact
I'm a super hero
Stacking on more zeros
Ice on me subzero
I'm like John in
that your team can affect my cream?)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it
that your team can affect my cream?)
And while you niggas talk shit, we count bank figures
I got no time for fake niggas (I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it
Girls tryna fuck, I don't be in the mood
No time for pussy when money in the room
Oh, I switch flows, switch rhythm
Sick spittin', unlimited
Girls tryna fuck, I don't be in the mood
No time for pussy when money in the room
Oh, I switch flows, switch rhythm
Sick spittin', unlimited
at last
And love is really all
All right, I'm not John Lennon
But I dream in Beatles
Little honey for your head at night
Kind of need the way it feels
Our
God
In this house
The kitchen's near the study
No, I can't keep reading this
John, please, this is what I need to ask you
As I'm writing
The new novel
on the inside, and on your blindside
Shoot you right between your motherfuckin' eyebrows
Ooh, kill 'em, it's that Carter 5, let me get 'em
I'm feeling like John
really hear this shit
No time to fill a bed with lies oh, misguided trials!
It's really vital that this trying is a do
If it's sitting on a shelf for
Then go to sleep with different faces
There's no Eddie Murphy
Aint no time for trading places
Gotta learn to chase your dream
Before somebody else'll
By John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Recorded live at the Budokan, Tokyo, Japan
"Okay, like to do a number for you that I did a long time ago and it's
yours!
Two seven figure Dade County boys
Not even John Lennon could imagine that
Our new paper can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions later!
Jam
a drive by turn in to a love parade
Battleships turns to the Love Boat
Refugees found our home that we're looking for
No more robberies, everybody eat
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