Lyrics:
of the rejection
Some say I make them sick, some say I heal them
It's like the Johnson & Johnson injection
So far from perfection but always had good intentions
You
nothing new
I'm good
I don't care what the odd say
Her gaps on my Johnson
I BANK on what my mind says
I'm good
Carry that like I was Godsent
I'm good never
from drifting
By making you slack jawed
Like burning your hand hurts
But makes you feel anything at all
I think about how Randy Johnson
Made a bird
Morning
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jordan Peterson, Johnathan Johnson
I know you’re probably gonna hate me in the morning
Even though I
You got to defy the madness
Madness
Got to defy
written by:
gene bryan johnson & rebecca lee johnson
© HazelEye MEDIA (ASCAP)
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Scott
Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and then was shot
Andrew Johnson nearly got impeached by just one vote
Ulysses Grant is on the fifty dollar note
from limb, found fractures at the Marsh Road right by Lynn
The clothes you wore today will be the ones you die in
Looking like food and we ready to dine
preferably no tags, yeah
Ms. Johnson just got her taxes, I know where she stashed it,uh
Pull into the residence, we turn off the lights, yeah
Hit the back
in berlin?
I don't live in berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh I see, lyndon johnson lives in texas too, does he not?
I know,
will tell it to your face
Open up your eyes
Everyday na same thing
The government no do us right
But the citizens no wan die
We dey suffer still de
the light when my vibes get bleak
She be the crutch when my knees get weak
I think she reads my mind telepathically
Catch me by surprise when your staring
I got paid every dime this right here the sequel yay
Increase the price increase the price
Steady on my grind men I don't do no evil
Sacrifice
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
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
a good man, she don't know how to treat him right.
Well, women you can't keep a good man, by stayin' in the streets both day an' night.
When a woman says,
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
and Ms Johnson
we mixing drinks right now y'all
I step up in the spot and all the heads turn
pull up in the green apple beema
ya boy so hot the club
don't nuttin move but the money
Ayo strong arm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson, snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Last year on the Johnson farm
A fire wiped out the house and barn
The whole town showed up
To build 'em back again, all right
We come from
Back in
Still don't nothing move but the money
Aiyyo strongarm that kid right
There with wavy hair
Billy Johnson snatched him out his
Whip in Times Square
Took
tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
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