Lyrics:
by in these hard times
Now I'm up here where most people go
Lived me a good life but my body's all gone
And my soul was layin' 'round one lazy
(Oh)
With a curse so bizarre
John wields a scar
Possessed by a ghost
That wants the world to roast
(Oh Oh)
Borgor makes you lose control
Watch out where
made me feel insecure
Like the time I was a roadie
On Elton John's tour
She said "Let's go catch some Piscatore!"
I said "Beatrice, you don't eat
And them same damn people turned fake (same damn people turned)
I admit it was so hard to focus (focus)
I didn't go to classes
I admit that I dropped out
być jak Sosa, to
Im postaw lepsze życie, człowiek
Chciałeś być jak oni
Dolewać kody do Sprite'a
Chiraq by cię zjadł
Schowaj rurki i pokaż jajca
U nas
all by hisself
Saying he's the only one that could exist
Whose God is this?
He said, "I'm here with Jesus"
But Jesus just shook his head, no
So John
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
brudda
He got me forever
Dats word to my mama
My word is a bond
Im uncle uncle and Unc on da run
When Jr was born he had his uncle john
Go get it
Go get it
Justice
Slide to the bay
Just to get a cruffin
Shorty stay by the A's
Got the ghetto lovin
Long nails
Box braids
Went to John Hopkins
She top paid
Went
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
John this year
Ball like Lebron this year
Stormz got a platinum plaque
But you mad I'm getting bronze this year, yeah
They wanna buy the flavors
of a light
I see a strange kind of sight
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far
All tied to their things
They're netted by their
of a light
I see a strange kind of sight
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far
All tied to their things
They're netted by their
Only me has to go my way
Leaning on the Book of John
Two weeks gone
Well, back to you
And how we're true
And everything we've been through
Hear
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
Adapted by Doc Watson, Additional adaptation by John Pilla and Arlo Guthrie
Co-produced by Van Dyke Parks
I went down in the valley to pray
Learnin'
The fox went out on a cold cold night
Prayed to the moon to give him light
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o,
looking slow
I can't fuck with none of that
Gettin Fetti all I know
I could never let it go
I can't afford to watch the time fly
My lips hit her like
John
Can't you see by the will of your hand
You can give it a try and just name your price
And everybody in this rock & roll band
Don't want
Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things
Supper time in the hole
Supper time in the hole
I shame my family, shame my home
Supper time
Old Saint John on death row
He's just waiting for
as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)
John's got brewer's droop
He gets
heart beats for only you
I go be your John Cena
I go fight for you and fight with you
I go be your Ussein Bolt
I go run for you and run with you
I go be
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