Lyrics:
and don'ts
Not a record of your faults
He gave his life pay it all
(Dear John) He loves you just the way you are
You are forgiven by His scars
Just open up
Holy John lives down by the water
Bathing sinners and he wants your daughter
Telling people that they'd better repent
Telling your daughter it was
Fuck your god as creator
Kill yourself, do us all a favour
Fuck your god
There's no salvation for the preachers
Fuck your god as creator
Kill
freely, live freely
Mi cyan keep no friend
Who love fi chat
Behind mi back
Dem smile inna mi face
But wan tek mi spot
Dem favour John crow
Bodmind cyah
Holy John lives down by the water
Savin' sinners and he wants your dollar
Tell the people that they'd better repent
Tellin' your daughter it was him
This is one in a million niggas tryna Be millionaires
Money is the root of all evil they Respect Billionaires
Some say Life Good
Some say it's not
just wanna run my hands through your hair
Baby forgive me for the things that I say
I'm trying to remember all the rules that I've made
But somehow in
Longley, clean up your house
John Thatcher Longley, clean up your house
My drummer has the messiest house in New Jersey
My drummer has the messiest house
and invest in it, the company wants me testing it by racing it against my very best Lord, Lord, John I do believe you are my very best.
Well Captain, said
Many companies make and made it
So all you super hoes, wear your hat
Cos dripping Jimmies is straight up wack
Keep in mind about Jimbrowski
Jimmy
comfortable
Cause right now all we got is
Small favours, big promises
Old neighbours, new ways to fall in love
Lets make it dangerous
If we're gonna stay lets
mad cannon fodder
Honor mad cannon fodder
Duty done by the moment at hand
I am answerable only to Jesus
And with the grace of God I will die in
for his advance
Getting hyped cos some 12 year
Olds felt your song
But what you gonna do when all
The little girls are gone
You'll be as frail
thought of me, let me know your mind
Oh oh all I want to know is-are you kind
It's a buck dancer choice my friend
You better take my advice
You know
your blessings, your favour carry am dey go carry am dey go
eh eh h eh favours everywhere eh eh all is for you oh oh oh oh oh
my shotty
His body is dotty
I love my new hobby
Scuff a nigga in the John
Spread out your linen
Lay in it
Last name Doe
First name John
Niggas is
you won't con an honest john (keep listening though, it's important that you keep listening...)
Now take all his shopping off him
Get your mate
the times I did you wrong you still dey side me
And with all the favour and the grace bestowed inside me
Damn if I was ever in your shoes I would bite me
Mana
through Pierre Cardin
My scent is Paco by Rabanne
My hair is in a bun
My holster holds a gun
I filled it from a tap
My tummy sprang a drip
Your water
a guy who's high on a mission
Defies definition, by your submission
Try, do or die in high definition
Above all suspicion
Stay on the same theme, not
I sing my song for the Gospel
There is a way that seemeth right
But not so right
I knew all this by the Gospel
Gospel ooo
I sing my song for
a thin stat get the tin stat
Put the twopence in the cup
Keep your two cents only send facts
Only live that dark slab by the graves
St. James to the waves
the beat back, like a defibrillator
I’m the guy that you want as your neighbour
Sugar on tap it’s not a favour, it’s not a favour
Sugar on tap, yeye it's not
That they tried to bait him in
If your not Eli the Prophet or the Christ Why you baptizing then
John hit em back without retreating
I baptize with water
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