Lyrics:
St John's
Where rum is very cheap
We'll drink a health of Captain Guy
Who brought us o'er the deep
A health to all our sweethearts
And to our
Well they couldn't teach you anything,
You think you're such a looker,
But no customer would go to you unless she was a hooker!
Baby don't sweat it
Your story's sad to tell,
A teenage ne'er do well,
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block.
Your future's so unclear now,
What's left of your
drving to my favorite motel
So I can watch CNN and Full House and MTV.
Yeah, the world's just a big fucking baby factory.
You know the hooker in 301's
"Don't shout it out though John, just mouth it"
"Well, alright"
"He can say it on the track"
"You'll hear it though, I mean it'll be the bass"
"Well
got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too.
I got the John the conqueror Root, gonna mess with you.
I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand,
by my hand
Then the world'll know
The hoochie-coochie man
Don't you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Well, you know I'm
by my hand
Then the world'll know
The hoochie-coochie man
Don't you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
Well, you know I'm
I'll be a child of the universe
Your rioting amnesia cure
Riding in your Model A
I'll be your hooker waitress, yeah
Take me anywhere
Have me any way
I'll be a child of the universe
Your rioting amnesia cure
Riding in your Model A
I'll be your hooker waitress, yeah
Take me anywhere
Have me any way
Feelin' like
And ain't a damn thing wrong baby
Stagga Lee and we up in the zone
Got the keys to the crib
And ain't nobody home
[Verse 1]
Well I'm a sixteen
supply guns to Iraq
They're pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure
ours
Caught in ghetto tragedy
I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee
And recognize the importance of family
Hand me a joint, good music and room to breathe
Tag you it
Run don’t slip
Cuz we running somewhere
Where the sun don’t shine
Just got off the bus we got time
Dont got a juice box well you can sip
Alive & Well
2021 by Lee Knox
Hallelujah
Lord we bless Your name
We're alive and well
Ooh
Thank You Jesus
I'm in the posture
For my blessing
I'm in
jokes
And then I'll give me these hands
Well prepared for confrontation
You can tell by the stance
I know it's been hard
To see me working
Unavailable
If we sell that new John Deere
Then we'll work these farm with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest time, we'll work it
really wanna do it
Like nobody really know well
I just really wanna have it all
And you know and i get it so well
I just really wanna go do it like this
well, back once again by popular demand
It's '87, y'all, so no more Roxanne
Just an everlasting name on some tapes that playin'
I let the new
But rain or shine this city is my home
They're playing tennis at the prison wall
While the dogs are on the track
And Newtown Pery crumbles brick by
Yo Capri yo this is Diamond um
Check it out um I moved the session to next Wednesday
At twelve noon plug me in at D&D you'll be outta there by
Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold G'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in
trooper disguise
Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient
sweet to me, not my girl
Who's kind to me, not my girl
You want to know what my girl can be
Well, listen to me
The sight of her wakes men up
A day
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