Lyrics:
just have a hard time missing my lawn
So I think I'll scapegoat Jack Frost
And tell John That Jack killed his dog
And who knows what will pop off
But
like a maple
In the kitchen cookin'
Up a whole plateful
Said girl ya lucky
She said daddy I'm so thankful
Said girl ya lucky
She said daddy I'm so
Would be reading, "Dear John"
By the time you read this letter
I'll be feeling much better
So long, it means I'm gone
I wish I could see the look
don't take no mastermind
To figure what she wrote
And she said
"Dear John, I'm moving on;
By this time I'm gonna be long gone.
Dear John, c'est la
talking to me
Telling me that she really loved me and she wanted to be a family"
And then she also tells me that she was feeling lonely, so she's seen some
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Lord
Listen to my cold steel ring"
John Henry he hammered
in the mountains
His hammer was striking fire
But he worked so hard;
it broke his
'bows)
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by
Glisten and see Shine glow
But how the fuck we suppose to have K-Shine
When we already had a Shyne Po'
You battled John John and
Stole from John John
So
the average dude
So it took a nigga just a little longer to see
They tried to warn me, fought with my girl every night about you
Shit only hurts 'cause she
like the garden here?
I think it's simply splendid
I'm overwhelmed by it's sanctuary
So, you don't mind these high gates
And things and the walls?
Oh,
your bitch with a backstroke
Spanish bitch, JLo
Dope money, Pablo
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She
of whores that I done fucked
Check your bank balance, I know it's 0, bruv
You're lucky that it ain't that deep
Ah
Tell them groupies to grab their
what's a girl to do when
She gets blown off by her boyfriend
Wait around and cry?
You may as well sit alone and die
I'm a doctor, I don't take shit
bomb
I got that green, I got that Yoda
Pussy so wet, I'ma need floaters
I can't have sex, without my Trojans
She sip my dick, like it's some soda
She
'bows)
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by
the pack of Stella half off
It's my lucky day shit I suppose must be hell that over froze
Extra layers cause its cold
Think she mad I haven't seen her all
at sunset on a dreamy beach
Ain't she the lucky one to have him by her side?
Ain't she the lucky girl, someone's girl, someone's wife?
Why does your luck
gone, she's packed her brand new silk sarong
To keep her lucky
She's so lucky with that head on those shoulders
Takes from her mother who was never
Sound the alarm
Sound the alarm
Sound the alarm
My niggas shoot like john john
And we never miss
My nigga caught him a body
So i pleade the fifth
SHE’S NOT CRAZY
copyright 2022 BY BILLY FLEMING and john covert
when the radio's on she sings a little off-key.
sometimes, she acts a little too
Princess
So tell me where ya going
Just a Lucky Motherfucker
Tell me who ya knowing
Just a Lucky Motherfucker
Tell me what ya sowin
Just a Lucky Motherfucker
thoughts
When I cried about being bullied by
Jim-John Gillott, she said
Buck up
Shut the pluck up and
Get in the back
She'd dreamed of owning a Chevy
on the
vinyl, CD, or video. Now you are very lucky, double-bubble so, because you have got this stuff in your
hands. Uuuh! Yes. Talking of which, the fourth side
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