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
Fahrenheit
With my warm long johns in the Wintertime
All is well so I recline by the tree
I settle my brain for a sugar plum dream
But then a great big
Just put your dukes up, John
Yeah, put your dukes up, John
You were preened and sanitized
Struck dumb by good advice
Your integrity was bruised
John Doe yeah I'm feeling like I'm John Doe
Hopping out with that bag on me, I need my money pronto
If I'm on yo team you can't lose with him
There
1. Intro – Welcome to Los Anderson (Produced By: Yung Carter)
Lyrics
Juggggg , Lesko …
Welcome to Los Anderson, We are home, Home of the Gualas ……
is?
MICHAEL
Teddy and I are just so excited!
WENDY
That’s nice, Michael.
JOHN
Uh oh... I know that look. You’re thinking about Peter Pan again.
I'll give you my heart, my life for life
ii She Gives Me Love
(Anderson Howe Wakeman Bruford Dowling)
She gives me love
When love had gone away
kicked out the yard for
Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
You could meet me in my cell, I soap and sock niggas up
Far as the flow go, you could
Mama!
Now you lads
Will you just shout Happy Christmas for us
For this tape, eh?
Happy Christmas?
Yeah go on one, two, three
Happy Christmas!
Just to get by, for a piece of the pie
You love to eat and get high
We deceive when we lie, and we keepin' it fly
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
When, the people
Just to get by, for a piece of the pie
You love to eat and get high
We deceive when we lie, and we keepin' it fly
Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
When, the people
Then I'd call Frank out of hiding
To pеrform at party for my friends if I
If I could have what I want I
Would buy a house by the water
If I could have
disrespect it then it's kamikaze
I just be with me a shooter like I'm John Gotti
I feel like John Gotti
(Put your hands down, when you talkin' to me,
clues
Waiting for news
Look high and low
Wanting to know
Where do I go?
Woe is me John
I just want to be free, John
Diggin' you diggin' me, John
I said
Hail King John
Rapha-EL... Micha-El's Son
No love for Micha-El's Jack son
You should know how the story began
I bud... in the Ark where I'm hatching
by: Thomas Anderson Bookwalter for Thomas Anderson Music Production
Vocals recorded at Wyatt's Woodshed Studio, Chapel Hill, NC
Classical Guitar: Wyatt
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
kicked out the yard for
Kiss ain't the cops, but I lock niggas up
You could meet me in my cell, I soap and sock niggas up
Far as the flow go, you could
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
the world)
Aha, I got a story to tell (All around the world)
Check it out, c'mon
Chorus
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so loved the world, every man
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Only you,
Only you,
Only you,make my dream come true.
Only you,
Only you,
Only you,make my dream come true.
I believe I'm John Wayne
They call me John Wayne
You know you've got it coming
I'll tell it to you straight
I'm coming for you very soon
I'll
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was something
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