Lyrics:
Words and music by John Kay
Though I can't show you the years of my life
That I spend on the road to freedom
Don't let it throw you, I know of your
closer than friends
So I'm holding on, to the love til the end
Our skin is a sin, that's why they lock us in
The ghetto's saying that our kind just don't
it seems that I ain't white enough
You frighten us so lighten up
I hope you brought some fries with brunch
You shaking walking through my neighborhood
there
Kids getting thrown of buildings
Drive-by's, I mean fucking drive-by's in the UK, type of shit is that?
I shed a tear for my the real brothers in
plot
And John won't let up until I get my props
Facin' reality, many can't grasp
You better jet past, I'm comin' for that ass with the reel or real
I
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
seeds, it ain't real fruit, now that you full, multiply produce
these beats are my children, I love every one, cause I made em all equal with the sloppy
Ten-ten girls that I'm choppin'
Hop in, straight on my John, she's sloppin'
We don't care if the neighbours watchin'
Hold up-hold up shawty
Peng
fair
Sometimes love's interrupted by death"
Yeah, the NKC-6 are no savior over time
And his daddy ain't waiting for us
See what happened to our
it helps
I rock a time piece by Benny if any
The same reason ya'll can love me is the same reason ya'll condemn me
A man is measured by the way that
listen to the izm as it talks non-stop
Hawaiian when I'm rhymin but so is the chocolate thai
Now the high, starts to settle
Kickin fat lyrics that
listen to the izm as it talks non-stop
Hawaiian when I'm rhymin but so is the chocolate thai
Now the high, starts to settle
Kickin fat lyrics that
Look
Haha, hahaha
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, look
Didn't believe it could happen
(Didn't believe it could happen)
And fuck is
yo yo yo yo)
Yeah
Here's some food for thought
(you love to hear the story again and again)
[Chorus]
This is the shit that niggas die
be hatin'?
I don't feel no pressure when I'm in this shit
No, I don't feel no pressure when I'm in this shit
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Huh, look
I just be focused on bringin' packs in
They like, "What's on his hip?"
They know he packin',
one
If you give me lip
You'll get spanked on the ass
Now do the fucking dishes and
Take out the trash
And by the way, that rap fucking sucks
Don't ever
down, below the ocean as I start to reach
kiss you and then as I hold you in my arms (you know that I love you john)
I keep it strong but my feelings
down, below the ocean as I start to reach
kiss you and then as I hold you in my arms (you know that I love you john)
I keep it strong but my feelings
(John Wiggins)
He has a way that mesmerized me
I've fallen for him helplessly
I'm like a child with no defenses
My best judgement seems so
frustrated,
Wish I got faded, alienated
Livin' like john q citizen, one of you,
Skin I'm in is the same, brother ain't pullin' you,
Mind peace how can it last,
woos and subdues us
Stamps us like tattoos, our acts prove He rules us
We keep His law motivated by His love
Our Prophet, Priest, and King who's reigning
smiling, sitting
All listening to the listing of your talent ("No, I love it")
Talkin' all these Easter eggs we know you're still hunting for
Your midnights
your energy
I got that John like appleseed
Let's go to Beverly and see another time zone
All them diamonds that you got not real them some
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