Lyrics:
wait to
Get you to my home I've got 35 acres
It's not quite 40 but I'm hung like a mule
And if you got some friends then they can come too
We do it
On a Mississippi mornin'
My dad yelled out a warnin'
Son you better hit that cotton patch soon
And on my way on down the field
As I passed Old
I hiked up the Axtel
To pray for Mrs Johnson
She lost her boy Jay Bo
Winter of o' nine
He was my best friend
Above all others
He spent four years in
Bloom by Dan Johnson
Momma said bloom where you're planted.
Make the place you are your home.
She said, what if my seed landed,
Where flowers won't
politician
Baby, that's not my way
I just wanna be the one you give your love to
Each and every day
Since I saw you, boy, I've only got one ambition
That's
train
Running we call that shit choo choo
On the estate all my real niggas get suwu
They say they're preying on H
The same way I'm preying on you too
For this boy "J"
What I need in my life is a wife that have the house jumpin'
like the gentlemen's club on Monday night
When I come home, hunny doin'
an old, old friend
Just like a used to be
Well, I know by heart the words
She wrote to me
Oh yeah, well, well
She said, "Dear Mister Johnson
Please sent
Yé pis c'est là tu t'rends compte t'avais besoin de moi dans ta vie
Parque j'arrive vraiment vite avec ça man
J'distribue le rêve
Oh my, quand le
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
Body bag, oh body bag
What do i have in my body bag?
Put a bitch in my body bag
Bitch ass niggas in my body bag
Klansmen in my body bag
Racists in my
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
while you stay home
Then I'm telling that bitch to phone home
Don't give a damn just phone home
She saying J my phone low
Kicking that bitch out my damn
Man I poke him up like a voodoo doll
Cuz I rap for the girls that wanna watch face
I ain't playin' no games if I touch ways
J Hus slash Juju J, nutcase
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
Johnson, you're wearing your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinkin' and runnin' round with men and goin' wild
And we don't believe you
Storm is risin' baby, rain begin to fall.
I'm all alone by myself, no one to love me at all.
My blues starts ‘long about midnight, and it don't leave
bumpy Johnson before that heart attack
Huey P before that night cap
A black man before cointel pro
Dot like, "Vaf hold on let me put my kids to bed bro"
Because I can't seem to find my way
I can't seem to find my way home
Don't you want to be in love again
Don't you just wanna be in love again
But I can't
then just give me my own
hell back
so take me home
(to my empty refridgerator)
c'mon and take me home
(to a life in which I understand)
so take me home
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
of them just thought
That they were right, but each was wrong
I decided I would help 'em out
And that they need a song
Written by an outsider with no
Dog in
gotta repent
Yeah It feel like Attack On Titan
The way i be slaying these giants
When i get home my wifey she asking me how does she look in em jeans
I
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