Lyrics:
Pretty little girl from St. John's River bend
She was just 15, left down by the freeway's end
It was years ago, and she was pretty as a picture
If
your top 5 yeah
This is Ye
When I'm on stage I turn into rebel
Hop in the bronco I'm driving down the limbo
Burning residue hitting the c-notes
Dropping
country now
He'll be singing for Toyota by the fall
That's not true
John's a patriot!
He's not like you
He's a-
Jesus Christ, it stinks here low
unbreakable like dice
I've been in bloody pictures
I'll as Hitler back in Germany
Kid's think they're burning me
You really ain't concerning me
King B
Deere cap
Get down on your knees
Thank the Lord for this country
Built by the guy underneath
That greasy John Deere cap
Chew that chaw
Get a spit cup
(I need you by my side)
Tell me that you're down to ride (Tell me that you're down to ride)
We hop in a coupe, we go fast (go fast)
I'm taking you out,
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
Panoramic roof I'm burning
Let the smoke out like a chimney
Like erybody numb
I know I am
It's hard to start the grieving
I been cut so deep by niggas that I
People fall apart all the time so what
I just need a moment by myself
No one look at me
Burning down the house
I'm the prom queen now
Gonna steal this
as a John Legend note, aye
Let me relax
Let's ride out as the beat bangs
Let's ride out by the beach
And act like we don't got to be back home
Let me relax
nothing to bring
Used to hang by a thread now Im burning the string
You told me you love me you lied
I was trapped in the house when you set it on fire
legend aint no doubt about it
Always strive and prosper
Pocket rocket lotty choppa's
Chakra got me rocky coppa's
Copyright some by the dollar
Special
a picture on the wall of Jesus in the garden
It's been there since they got the house in '53
It ain't no big deal, won't ever go down in history
It's just
the booth finna burn down the house
And it don’t cost nun to tear shit down
These niggas love actin' tough but they don’t wanna meet
'cause my niggas gon'
Burning rubber got my wheels froze
I pull up I pull up, I pull up I pull up
I pull up I pull up, I pull up I pull up
I pull up in my triple gothic Benz
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
never frowns.
The grass on the mouse's side of life is brown.
Mighty Mouse dropped by to get it on.
He stepped into the john and there he found John
When your house is burning
The wood crumbles down
The ash settles on the ground
Just take my hand
We'll make it to the end
I'll build my next house
evening, with a cold chill down his spine,
He found himself before her house, the threshold of the shrine.
His courage flickered to a spark, then glowed
We called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, called it Helga
Codeine by the lean-a, pounds of gasoline-a,
round here
If you fuck with us you might disappear
Pull up in a green tractor John Deer
Your bitch ass Is someone that we do not fear
Wa-wa-wa we ain't
from lessons, I feed on stressing
Complete the sentence, Febz is
I'll wait (A legend)
Energized by the judgement I face
Man, throughout the times I lost
come down
There's a new one there now
We could see it from our house
We could see it from our house
Should I have listened then?
Cause you can dwell
I feel like John Legend
This shit is just all of me
I heard that they sell your beats over at the dollar tree
It's all Legos that you step on trying
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