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on the streets 
Hit the club I got ciagas on feet 
I don't love no one that's hating on me 
Why you hating on mee 

Stop being broke that's not gangster 
You man

Man you talking shit to me like you even in the same ball park
You can't see me, I'm like John cena bitch
I am a all star
Got him in heavy motion,

Love Is Calling

Ozark Mountain Daredevils

13

1997

Love is calling me home

(GUITAR SOLO)



In the firelight, by the fountain

In the desert, on the mountain

There's a lost one, someone reach him

in my shoes
You would have felt it
Still got the juice
I'm so unhealthy
I feel like zeus
No one to help me, uh
I'm getting used by the booze
And its so

out the mouth waiting for this to drop 
John i love you, we going to the top
A couple bars left how do i finish 
Shout out to my brother kam you been

a heist believe me (yah)
You be gone doe for doing wrong doe, little mark ass trick be a John Doe
No Mourning no Alonzo, Put the call in get em pronto
Call

a lame I'm out here chasing glory

Glorious times immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Glorious times

said I would fail. 
But my dreams never got clouded by the negativity or the people’s words. 
Dreams were in the sky way above the clouds & the birds.

last thing that they saw was a gun spark

Fuck wit me and my dogs and you’ll getcha head split 
With anything I can hold in my hand like I’m John wick

them bricks living with my mother
Got betrayed by a hoe and never trust another.
Counting paper while they talking keep leveling up
I got mo money than

without friends
Be without love, mama say it take a man to admit when he wrong
Lately that's what I been focused on
Instead of getting hoes and getting

get this bread bread trying to do it major
Let's get this bread bread I ain't talking paper
I'm talking about the savior
Who told me love my neighbor

the right juice
I want all of the love games
Strange fruit, blue flame, suit butane boots
Smoothly conducting
Red leather with a dash of the oak
On some John

with feds
Profiling niggas by spotting our dreads
Not taking shit back, on my momma cause I said what I said
Like my name is John Cena, bout to slam her

she never done this, okay hoe, yeah

I had a crazy bitch tell me she love me 
I left that bitch dead after fucking her tummy 
She sucking me off just

the most
I love to make you smile, I like to tell you jokes
I love when you are by my side, cause you're always down to ride
Any time you hit my line I'mma

You know I body beats like I'm corpse's at the morgue
Ain't no agent orange
Got a pistol and I leave it pourin'
Like I'm John Wick
I'm coming for

life if you talk wrong to my bros now
Niggas in they feelings know my killer John Doe now
Marriot Suites with DaKidd we be on go now
I thought love was

Fuck a hot girl summer this is cold boy winter 
For the man who went cold n their heart got splintered 
By a gyal who showed love N dashed off like

like some glue, yeah Yeah, it got me stuck yeah
John Quiñones wouldn't know what To do, if i pulled up with that ooh
You be talking like you know

I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood

One two three four five
If you're acting phony then it's a good, goodbye
By the way, I lost another one but I'm fine
I got better ways and better

Like the first John, always mad drunk crazy shit
Pass months after I was born, moms ain't know what she was playing with
My eyes look to be grey so

that might attempt this
But you'll be just comparing
A father-type to apprentice
Live by the gun and die shooting it
I pray I never use it again
I pray