Lyrics:
(D-Nebraska)
Senator Gorton (R-Washington)
Senator Gore (D-Tennessee)
Tipper Gore
Reverend Jeff Ling
FZ
Spider Barbour voice
All-Night John Kilgore
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
Let it, don't let it, Let, let it go
Let it, Don't let it, Fuck outta here yo
Let it don't let it, Let, let it go
Go, let it go
Go, let outta time
the Lord, the God of Israel
He has visited his people and redeemed them
(John!) As for you little child, you shall go ahead of the Lord
Blessed be the God
own tail
When he metioned 10 years in a Mexican jail
So I pointed at John Roy and said
It's all his, now please let me go, I mean it was your idea
had twelve apostles
And three he led away
He said, Watch with me one hour,
'till I go yonder and pray
Tell me who's that writin’? John the Revelator
sinners till I shoot em up and they go bigger
Getting Washingtons John Wall
Getting Washingtons John Wall
Getting Washingtons John Wall
Wanna shoot it your
John:
Yep, too clean
??? Voice:
And here we go, here we go
John:
Alright, guys, we got one chance. once chance, folks, do do this.
This is our
the king(John 16:33)
We don't bow to your gold(Daniel 3:18)
Take one for the team
Cast our crowns(rev 4:10-11)
And bow to King
All of the world
Is fading
Knew a guy named John
Guess we sort of lost touch
See the thing was
We never liked him very much
Didn't go to his birthdays or
The cookout in his
late
When it's said and done, John and LG, meet me at the heaven gates
Can't forget about big Chop, lord tell me why they had to go
We're not a gang,
Hardy get away
John Hardy ran for the Mississippi bridge
Running and hoping to be free
c deputy was waiting and he grabbed him by the arm
Saying
filled their family of love there at Sault Ste Marie
In Chippewa moonlight and Irish sun
As years went by the offers came to take John far away
With
the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see my John by the dozen
Dressed in style, go hog wild, me-o, my-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
John's
I need a mil cause I was just feeling like fuck em all
And go to Cali I swear blood still don't mean shit
Blood still don't mean shit
Yeah
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seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
The people cry and pray
They bury their dead
Then they all go away
And here I work
And I somehow hide
From a world that rushes
By outside
But each
the people cry and pray
They bury their dead and they all go away
But through their grief I still can see their hate and greed and jealousy
So here I
the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see my John by the dozen
Dressed in style, go hog wild, me-o, my-o
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
It Never Ends
It Never Ends
No Matter How Hard I Try
To Find Peace of Mind
Go John Wick I'll Slaughter These Demons Tonight
By Dawn Break Tomorrow
elsa the way this shit be frozen
Dripping in designer i really feel like i'm a mascot
You aint about that life go head take that mask off
Take no percs
both sides of the track.
Some people prayin', keep a-listenin', keep a-helpin' out the show,
¡®cause ol' john's with you anywhere you go.¡±
Now some
y3 obi John
Ena Obi su y3 obi su John
You hit before me I no bore
I will keep pushing chale me I never go Shawn
Ewiase obi y3 obi John
Ena Obi su
to the colony shore
Or send me where I'll laugh no more
I will tell none of what I know
Let the hunter walk where need must go
John, John, there's something
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