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feelings of screams, still staggered by the past, regardless hardened by the facts
As a celebration of my first tour, might get that tatted
Permanent these
a Dodge
Every Sunday my dad would always take me
A few short miles right up the road
To Johnson's Dairy
There was homemade ice cream there early after
Uh, nobody, you know what I'm sayin'
Nobody, nobody thought a nigga would be right here, though, you know
That shit make like
That shit make, that
passport and just came right back
[Chorus: x2]
It is a sunny day here in Jamaica
Unfortunately we have bad news to report
Rostacious Johnson was
the anesthesia
It'll send her body into a seizure
That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin'
Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words
What do you say
(Hey, you only wrote this for the money, didn't you?)
Connie Johnson got a farm in Wisconsin
And a diesel in the drive and her air horn's honking
the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
[Syleena Johnson:]
If, only you knew
How much I do
Do love you
Love you...
[Verse 1: Twista]
Tryin' to think about the way I wanna hold ya
Tryin'
Tear Me Apart
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Alexander M. Howell II, Jonathan Johnson, Miclain
I’ve been sweating all night long
I can feel
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
We will now hear testimony from, eh
Brother Nicely Nicely Johnson
Brother Nicely Nicely Johnson
Well, it happened to be kinda funny
Like
Suck my dick on my way up
Postman think my name's Johnson
Suck my dick on my way up
If I was a baller, I'd be Matt Bonner
Suck my dick on my way up
Got
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
high right now
I'm so high right now
I leave mics with tan lines when I go on a tangent
To put away and save more grands than the canyon just to leave
like it or not,
Said I'm a family man, holding onto what I've got,
I'm a family man, right by damn,
I finally, find out what I am is a family man.
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"
Well, what did you have in mind?
"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By
dead right
You better exercise more caution next time
Or you'll end up in
Tomorrow morning's headlines
Obituary, nothing more than "born
And then died"
They understands my sorrows, and they sympathize with me.
Yeah! [spoken words – Lonnie Johnson]
I feel cold arms around me, and ice lips upon my
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
Well it's a long way to Richmond
Rollin' north on 95
With a redhead ridin' shotgun
And a pistol by my side
Tearin' down that highway
Like
OooYa Wit by Terry (Isaiah) Johnson feat. Starling Newsome
Written by Terry Johnson, Theresa Trigg, Starling Newsome - BMI
INTRO: We call
of the quest
Right route Gladys west gps
Guiled by the throne
Watch what I own
Harpo productions
Ride along
You get a car you get a car
Do it for the crowd
James
Put cheese on his head wisconsin
I'm a made n**** like bumpy johnson
Put a hole in his head now he conscious
Third eye he not woke
N**** said he want
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