Lyrics:
In The Eyes Of A Child
BMI 2014 Kevin Nevel
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Dedicated to Zachary Jackson Levon Furnish-John and his loving parents: Elton
pulling them out of their Pathfinders
It makes me want to scream, but I just chill by the end of the week
How many punks must I kill?
I'm sicking up
with some tapes of Elton John
I hope it might keep me company but I hate the goo- goo-goo-goodbyes
Coz I'm going to Spain
Cousin Norman had a real
long, lost john.
Lost john standing by the railroad track
A-waitin' for the freight train to come back.
The freight train come back but never made a stop
over, rubber spinnin'
Big swig, toss another beer can
Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight
Every John is just the same
I’m sick of their
City
death of me, Lord, Lord
Hammer's gonna be the death of me"
Now the captain he
said to John Henry
"I'm gonna bring that
steam drill around
I'm
From Jamaica Ave. to the boulevard in Hollywood
From the projects, Nam and Oslo
Rocketman Elton John, call me P-iano
Yeah now I'm on my shit, got me
Pull up like John Wick
Never miss a shot like John Wick
I will hunt you down like John Wick
Better watch your back I'm John Wick
I'm John Wick
Watch
charity
And may I introduce to you
Ed Sheeran and Sir Elton John
No pressure
Let's have a party, it's Christmas Day
Your mum's cooking turkey but
FLOYD
THE PRETENDERS
BILLY JOEL
BILLY IDOL
ELTON JOHN
NEIL YOUNG
SHEENA EASTON
JOHN LENNON
THE ALAN PARSONS PROJECT
RICK SPRINGFIELD
THE ROLLING STONES
cause I'm going so hard other brothers stay limp like Fred Durst
But my African soul's the only thing I can claim not saying that I was abandoned by
Sala de control quiere hablar con Major Tom
sentado con David Bowie esperamos la ignición
el activismo de Nina Simone (una bendición)
las gafas de Elton
kendrick Lamar
I tell 'em like this:
Ring the alarm or wake to a bomb
You ain't a rapper, you Elton John
Holdin' your john
I got a ton of croutons in
no fame, no way, I’d rather be a no name
But still I’m the shit like Elton on the John
So until they find me Elvis and I’m dead and moved on
Imma give
The Arrival
Leaving by the same door from which he had come in,
He finds some sort of freaks ghetto on the other side.
When they catch sight
i'm elton john, no john wall,
it's time i make a house call,
so tell me when he's out cuz imma
eat your pussy out, all night
so if you down all right,
Wicking it
Yeah, I am straight killin shit, no there’s no stopping me, I am John Wicking it
Wait, you feel me, you feel me
I’m cooking you pussies, can’t
ever gonna rise above? shit yeah, we are
Fuck February, snow is six feet deep
I need a John Wick to put winter to sleep
Fuck February, snow is six feet
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look at my crew
I'm on my John Wayne shit like I'm a cowboy
John Wayne
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
saying nothing
Now you get accused of being a
Gay nigga by a gay nigga?
That's just some shit we can't mess with K
But since you claim you a baller
I'm
with that lake
Shootin' from half court got you by a long shot
Montana, that nigga from the Bronx block
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked
that Kiss I rocked out
All day and partied every night
We still argue about who's better
Elton John or Billy Joel
We still wonder if Kurt really
me at six and she's begging for sex
She wants to finesse she needs to be blessed
Hit by her daddy she feeling depressed
Feeling depressed I'm a mess
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