Lyrics:
(don't hurry)
We just go up, go up, go up, go up, go up, go up, go up, go up
And then we go down, down (down we go)
We go down down (go down some more)
go away, go away
I know what I'm doing
Watch how I ruin
Everything that I'm suing
Everything I'm pursuing
The stress in my life now
Is caused by my own
games
And you wonder why I ain't by your side, I know you feel ashamed
I'm tired of feeling alone
Gotta do this on my own
So I'm gone
So long goodbye
God
She's been around, don't be shy
We dancing together, not side by side
She's clapping her hands, she's shaking her ass
She's stomping her feet,
end
Motherfuckin' black radio is being disowned
Not by the other race, but its own
A lot of bullshit records make hits
Because of who you know,
and love all around
Cause when it's our time we don't know
So let's go go go go go go go
Let's go go go go go go go
Oh light the sky with
The angels by me
tell them stand by me oh
Them no Dey answer me
I swear your love is sweet oh
I no go lie for you
But I swear my love is deep oh
See I done Dey fall you
go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Go Johnny go go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la
Every day is the same day
It never changes
I hump the nine to five
I do what I do just to get by
I'm always
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
gotta go, go get the bread
I gotta go, go get the bread
For all of my bros and all of my sisters
I gotta go, go get the bread
I gotta go, go get the bread
To the heart e go give and hold the key
Every morning dem go hold and dey kiss
E go always dey play dat kind tin
Man wen go always dey by her side
Wen down e go
, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Go Johnny go, go
Johnny B. Goode
He used to carry his guitar
In a gunny sack
He sit down by the tree
By
From the streets of miami,
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer,
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
From the streets of miami
To presenting at the Grammys
Con el muslito de Jennifer
Maybe now you understand me
Clap your hands, go clap your
and days go by (Let 'em go by)
I'll just stay right here
In your presence forever
As the seasons (The seasons)
And the days (The days)
Days go by
again
Standin over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over seventeen
Do this stuff by myself, no promo
Thinkin' you got the knowledge, you don't know
What a nigga had to go through
In them days, when I ain't have no food
too find i no go pass you by
them other guys them go tell you lie
see everyday girl you dey pon me mind
say no one can take you away from me
ohh pheona
Had to go get it by myself
Had to go get it by myself
Had to go get it by myself
Had to go get it by my yeah yeah
Had to go get it by myself
Had
Don't stop even for the right thing
Doesn't matter what I say?
My whole world was by that river
Flowin' north to meet the sea each day
I don't
this fame
It ain't worth a lot
Only thing I know, is I'll never let you go
As she takes the stand
By the look in her eyes I can tell that's she
There you go actin' like a ho again
There you go, there you go
There you go actin' like a ho again
There you go, there you go
I don't know why I be
Scotty, I'm talkin' switch my mood by Puffy crib (wow)
Screamin', "Yes sir" (yes sir) matching stretched furs (fur)
My diamonds go, "Brr" (brr), yeah,
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