Search results for 'not myself dvd by john mayer' Page #8

I'm So Raw

Chris Brown

Fan of a Fan

Look
I'm so raw
Turn the oven on
Chef Papa John
I get the Parmesan

She want ah yellow nigga
Corn on the cob
Indian giver
Slob on my knob

on a street corner
In nothing but a pair of briefs
Socks undershirt sweater jeans
Ball cap and shoes
What just happened I ask myself
As I walk by an appliance

John, I'm under duress
Hit the streets and drive
I'm not the best at helpin' myself
But I'm trying to get better
I can only take on this and the other
So

future, watch past on DVD
Try not to look back, im stuck on DND
Books all open, pictures not seen
Take a camera out, staple the seams

Bitch how you think

Enough

Gil Scott-Heron

Evolution (And Flashback): The Very Best of Gil Scott-Heron

1999

bomerrangs curving back into themselves kicked and carved by the face-straining smiles that saved my life. 
that was not enough.
somehow i can not believe

to sell Dope
Yea I was sad she told me i was broke
Cooked a new batch by myself on the Low
Made all these cash in two weeks I Was bolt
Fuck what what you

the truths of myself
I've learned something new about my name, and now this is what I am certain of
My name is not the name the world calls me
My name is not

to live
This is the life
I've carved out for myself

So stop telling me not to freak out
Stop telling me it'll all work out
Stop telling me it's just part

its rare
In the south like where you been?
I been over there
I don't got no fucking friends, I'm all by myself
But I'm with my fuckin twin
And my gang

at the party
I'm Bored I called a shorty
She said bet I'll be there shortly
Never lonely cause I have myself
Don't care if I'm not chosen
It'd be nice if you

you'd've taken me with you wherever you went
They talk all night and they talk all day
Not for a minute, do I believe anything they say
I'm gon' bring

No Love From Oakland

Too Short

Shorty the Pimp

1992

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

a dream baby
We can hide away in the Bahamas by the sea baby
I'm just working on myself until we get to meet baby
Good things come with time wait for me

on popularity,
Won on my policy,
Osama tried to call me,
But he couldn’t fool me.
Yeah Bush and Cheney,
F**k off John Kerry,
Flip-flopper campaign,
Not even scary!

not for this guy named Beethoven
And we'd certainly not have the White Album if Paul McCartney met John Lennon
So I said, Well maybe that's my problem.

Morgoth
Shut up bitch, I've been by myself and dealing with these demons
Shut up bitch, all these drugs they help me but don't love me either
Shut up

force myself into the pie
Never breathing, I'm not alive
I want it all, I'll take it
I wonder if I'll make it out
Thoughts fall to pieces, pick it up
Sit

but I be chilling
I'm a hero by nature But I empathize
With some villains Uh, when I was running
From myself It was hard to hide
And when I couldn't

more
Man are like yo I just buss mine
So it's only right you burst yours
I’m a leader not a follower
I’m a need at least a reason to body ya
In defense

John F. Kennedy
I saw terror in his eyes
As if he had realized
He had lived somebody else's life
And he was not prepared to die
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie

reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born

networking
How you playing this shit like you found us fucking or something
Like I can't even remember her name, are you sane?
John I'm fed up, that's when she

ask a lot of questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
Keep the glock by the intestines, .38 waist
Wit

I needed me time
Visit home and whip my ford
Cut my habits
Crystal meth is not addictive 
Nic is worse
Oh but the sea side
Calls me back I miss that