Lyrics:
that time I was working with ah, with ah, Chick Webb's band. And
here's the right lyrics to that song. [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
Looking for my
She was pacing back and forth
On her front porch
I pulled up slinging gravel
In my daddy's ford
She cried all the way to Johnson's store
I kept
said, "Mrs. Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high.
It's reported you've been drinkin' and a-runnin' round with men and goin' wild.
And we
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
Sittin' in my F-350
I know where to park, way out in the dark
Where the stars shine down so pretty
Got the keys to the gate to the Johnson's Lake
broad day
Kids outside I tell them hi and wave
Hit the side clutch and recline way back
Heat on my lap in case somebody try to jack
Just need some time
Late night, leaving the bar I hopped in my car
Cranked the ignition, took it off park
Bad state of mind I'm hating my life
Scheming of ways that
Johnson
You're wearing your dresses way too high
And it's reported you've been drinkin'
And a runnin' 'round with men and goin' wild"
"And we don't
drunk bastard
Here, take your keys, go boozin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight by tens
Now
the way I smell
That's perfume mixed with marijuana
We don't have shit in common
My checks say comma comma
Im out here making songs
You out here making
find
Over 50 restaurants owned
By 50 black women i didn't say minority
And I didn't say women of color
So after you burn down your
Own home what do you
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play and she said
Mom, I got a note here
From the Harper Valley PTA
Well the note said mrs johnson
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the Johnson's baby powder and the Polo cologne
Fresh dressed like a million bucks, threw on the Bally
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking and a-runnin' 'round with men and going wild
And we don't believe you
don't believe you ought to be
A bringin' up your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the secretary
of the Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened
"Mrs. Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running 'round with men and goin' wild
And we don't
She was pacing back and forth
On her front porch
I pulled up slinging gravel
In my daddy's Ford
She cried all the way to Johnson's store
I kept
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done
Doing things by the dozen
Always up am coming
And that is what your girl love
I ain't into cuffin naw
Ain't no Jon gotti but my Johnson is dapper
In
leaves them all gasping for air
Or when we stay at home and we get to snuggling up on the couch
The way we fit together I could never find a reason
and they keep on bringing more
If it's just you and me on the floor
Go back and come in, I'll drive us home
Like we were just kids
Just, j-j-just kids
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