Search results for 'message to my friend by john scofield' Page #4

Yeah, grrat
Yeah, damn
I feel like John Wick, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips

Shell casings scatter the floor, bullets, they

The pussheads would all run away in fright

John the Squash Man
Nobody's every man
Not a friend to his name
With an eye on my game
Trying to overtake all that

close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John Forte grab the mic roots sway it this way

Living in the Material World

George Harrison

Living in the Material World

1973

friends all in the material world

Met them all there in the material world
John and Paul here in the material world
Though we started out quite poor

that my fuckin' glass is full so

It's like a message in a bottle
My lyrics sealed so you can't even follow
You ain't gonna know shit the second I close

všetkým ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich

This is a song

About best friends

John Roy

Was a boy I knew

Since he was three

And I was two

Grew up two little houses

Down from me

The only

with
I can't escape these bars, I ain't Scofield
I'm sick of balling on a budget 
My own father called me sluggish 

He thinks I won't amount to shit

an old friend
Yeah Your an old friend

I didnt ask for a nip slip pic for my tip
But i like how u have that pink lip bit
Acting upset but u let a big grin

live in imperious to defeat my nemesis
That's living on the precipice
I've have enough of sending messages
So I made my master a delegate
The curse in my

economy
They never did school but
They learned trigonometry
Shit's gets real in the field
Trying to free my cousin Dee
So my mind is of Michael Scofield
But

believe, the words coming down the line
My friend had died, he was only 51

Here’s to you best man John, I’m so sorry that you’re gone
My heart goes out

Playboys of the Southwestern World

Blake Shelton

The Dreamer

2003

night
And tell those daddy's girls we were majorin' in the rodeo
Aw but my favorite memory of school that fall
Was the night John Roy came runnin' down

inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip

The one thing that I am sure of
It was all a perfect plan
You were my Daddy, my friend, and lovin’ man
I hope to pass the message onto my daughter and her

and I really wanna know
From the minute you ignoring my messages and ah yeah
I'm just being ghosted by another ghost
You are just a ghost to a friend

mathmatical tuning


i'll whoop yo ass like steve seagal

above the law number 2, trick.



got vibes from pac, was raised by mama, thanks for being a friend

We Trying to Stay Alive

Wyclef Jean

Presents the Carnival Featuring the Refugee Allstars [Clean]

1997

mad 'cause you broke, let me clear my throat
John Forte grab the mic, roots sway it this way

I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
Hopin'

tables in front of my enemies 
I praise the Lord, He uplifting me 
Make me a source of good for friends and family 

I thank the Lord, He be blessing me

glasses changed my face, encouraged me to show.
But, oh, so soon you had to go.
Remember all that years you´re like a good old friend.
I´ve lost you,

Girlfriends, Fake Friends, To No Longer caring.

cbout the People who Use and cbuse My Trust.

So don't Expect Me to cnswer cny messages.

Fuck Your Diss Tracks,

Girlfriends, Fake Friends, To No Longer caring.

About the People who Use and Abuse My Trust.

So don't Expect Me to Answer Any messages.

Fuck Your Diss Tracks,

I tried to break into your house on Friday night
I got attacked by your big dog
I tried to play my guitar at your window side
Your mother said it was

friend I call it 45 it stay by my side

I got the money bought me a Rollie went right on my wrist 
I came a long way and I gotta show it was broke on my