Lyrics:
wearing my heart on my sleeve
I don't have to tell you I'll never leave
Thought that heaven was close to me
But love you hold the key
Empty, empty years
you know what?
It's time, the world will come and see
That I'm John Arbuckle and you will all remember me
I'll be the man they can't ignore
Put up with
no rest
My mothers arms enfold me
And hold me to her breast
They say you been out wanderin'
They say you travelled far
Sit down young stranger
They could scarce believe their ears
To hear John Reilly chanting ballads
That they thought had long since disappeared
The golden treasure
of John the Baptist.
And she came in straightway with haste unto the king, and asked, saying,
I will that thou give me by and by in a charger the head
at least a
MOLLY
ISSA
She insecure bout what that future holds
See error signs down the road
But we used to those
2nd verse
This is all
Mind body soul
9
Squeeze her
She's a
Diva
She's at least a
MOLLY
ISSA
She insecure bout what that future holds
See error signs down the road
But we used to those
2nd verse
But I backed out quick because I thought I split it
(Waiting for you, just waiting
Waiting for you
Waiting for you, just waiting
Waiting for you)
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
detention
Like Micheal scofield
Yeah these n****** can't hold me
Break a game like a prison
She fell in love
I ain't tripin
I rock
Just like my denim
young Ali
John Cena to it all, cuz I know they ain't seeing me cuz
It don't matter my identity
Don't gotta see my face to see that greatness is whats into
I'm the worm,
You're the fishes
Reelin' in the people
From the words that i'm spittin'
My chorus' are hot man,
They say i'm burnin' bridges
But never
on to time
While Buddhists look for peace
Hindus and Sikhs
The truth is absolute that's why
I hold on to mine
A Catholic man holds his rosary
Islam holds
Wonder who he loved
Did they have some kids?
Is this all that’s left of John?
Some obtrusive need
This is his job
This is John
Cannibals are
Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying
fight, swear I'm turning into John Wick (Turning into John Wick)
I'ma start it off like this
Saw a Nigga go inside my pockets, had to cut that nigga quick
Can't you see that I've been chosen by god
And I tell you this for nothing
That crowd ain't no good
They're standing out just like a sore thumb
But
the headline, that was blast on today's Post
Dead King, thought he could ace Ghost
Queen, couldn't even jack Monk
Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk
Verse 1 (John Morgan):
Yeah, on the day we met, girl, you caught me by surprise
When you first spoke, I got lost in your ocean blue eyes
When we
(uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Teflon John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean....John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my
had beef
And then you tried to step and told me that I slept like you was cock deez
It was all about some niggaz that you thought was jigga
Who was
the state
But the judge thought he was lenient in giving John his fate
They gave him house arrest in the verdict that was published
But John was well aware
a roll it up
And I'm a light it up
I'm in the district
Downtown
By the Trump
With some ratchet hoes
That I only chill wit
When I'm high and drunk
And we
thoughts that dont back off yeah they follow me around
Hold up like leave, bitch
I got me, bitch
I dont need no ones opinion im getting these shows
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