Lyrics:
up at the stars
For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars
The world was ours it was yours
It was mine
The time flew by like it was
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
John Lee's was rocking
The Imitators drove it home
Sun was dancing up a heatwave
For a while she was all
Hey Mr. Clean
You're dirty now too"
John Lee's was rocking
The Imitators drove it home
Sun was dancing up a heatwave
For a while she was all
That’s my job, tell em stop
Keep your demons in the loop, tell em call me if they want
Yeah you’re gone, off that Jack and that John
No it’s not for
for this
I don't got rhymes for this
So high that I'm up on Heaven
All my rhymes ghost-wrote by Jo
All my rhymes ghost-wrote by John Lennon
Lennon
touched by the priest|John Lennon said that's when he was yelling for peace|Halloween life full of tricks and treats|I put the world on my shoulders|Now
watch ya gyal
Yuh pum pum a jump like a frog for a john
Cause me fuck you so good you say "Oh God
Oh God"
You cum just by thinking about how me
Ram it
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
turn into facts, speaking of
The ghost of Brian Jones came back for a laugh, looking for John Lennon, or something like that
Trying to keep his cool,
No chance
I'm tryna be bigger than the Beatles not hold hands
Keep on throwing stones I'ma make statues
No face tats but people got my face tattooed
I’m John Lennon
I’m a dreamer
Pull up in the Beamer
Tell em that you notice him
Put the spark up in his bars again
Writing for the piece of mind
But
wept darkness and thunder
Well Satan's in the desert, he ain't-a-got no food
And down by the pasture he's prowlin' for you
And Christ's on the cross
it raw like Monday night
Yoko Ono to my John Lennon, my bed peace in fresh linens
Princess Peach, You so sweet, can I get of piece of what's in those
Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in
She said stop pretendin'
You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass.
John lennon and the rolling stones crooning in plastic bags.
Spit shine
a Rockstar
Die like John Lennon
Or like Juice
Drugs got me low
They used to get me high
Higher than pilot
Them perkies
Ain't working
Switching to xany bars
I
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
A MONKEY AND DON'T YOU THINK IT'S KIND OF FUNKY
HE'S A REAL JUDAS KISS
FOUND HIM FACE DOWN IN BED,
DRIVE BY SHOOTER DEAD
TIMES LIKE THIS I WON'T MISS
WHEN HE
in sauce my intention
Got your main up in my mentions, She playing mind game John Lennon
Supreme the shoulder strap, I got the dime then I sold it
as Nero
Spit blasphemy with gods blessing
Then do a spirit box session.. with John Lennon
Give a fuck about ya human rights
It's do or die till I
That's payback
So we settle up
Can't let go
So I fall apart
This shit hard this is no John Lennon
Even though you're gone just can't stop winning
Merry go
in the mood
Bitch, I'm in my mood, in my zone
Don't pick up the phone, leave me alone, yeah
You can't see me through my lenses
John Lennon lenses
Baby,
Corner
원한 삶은 여기 있어
by my side
I got a crown
Now for my life
눈을 떠
The sun will come up
Wait for my time
I stay alive
이 삶을 가져봐
난 Owner
가져봐 난 Owner
모든 답은
flood
With his styrofoam finger making it rain wounds
Take down bang-job taking a blank check, and
I'm buff slim-jim, drinks, and John Lennon
Uncle Bobby
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