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Ode to John Keats is a synonym for the beige, bland, non-salted, lukewarm brain cereal of
Attention-spam deficit
It was the $1,000 USG first prize
I was born with an old soul
So when I hear what you bump it sounds so so
I remember Fat Joe with the Fo Fo
Went way harder than you
Hoes spittin' old
below to keep releasing
Atoms by the millions, til the numbers increasing
Til it was burning he kept returning itself to the source
The hotter his
dinner
Never lose I just learned a lot that's why I'm such a winner
I won't save ya it's a cold world and she was born a sinner
Everybody come and go
was born in him
He learned his art from the world that he knew
One evening George Silvertop, passing by, chanced to stop
He took one look and he knew
Born fifty years too late
Yeah
Born fifty years too late
Just down home southern
Lord, I don't need nothing just enough to get me by
And I was
And I can feel proud
I can stand up
And say that I'm a winner out loud
I'ma get my trophy
I'm number one
I was destined to win
I'm the one
From the very
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
50
Man, I hustle like Nip in the Rolling 60s
I was born in the 70's, grew up in the 80's
Got the MAC-90, then I went crazy
Do the mathematics, y'all
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
was a river hobo
Who lived and died by the river's bed
Looking back, I still remember
I was proud to be his friend
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
stack this bread up
It's been a long time coming but I, I'm coming up
No quitter born winner I won't surrender
Raised round' dope dealers with no feelings
Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born and was raised, In place
Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born and was raised, In place
Old John Joseph was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trains
Only one run a week comes
Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born and was raised, In place
I be winning by grace. (Yeah)
Born sinner, die winner, I'm forgiven.
Ey, I'm just dancing like it's pay day.
Hook:
Wapya donya donya,
Si apa
jizzaz fizzaz and spizzaz
I'm like Betty Shabizzaz
With a little pizzaz
I wasn't sworn in just to join in
Been family since the morning that
I was born in
(Yeah)
Blue checks gotta run up some more
Like blue bird I been getting the dough
Independent on major note I was born a champ, bitch I'm on a roll
Want my
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
negativity can be found inside my angels
Even though I was stupid but I put it down
Set trippin' but I let it go headed for energetic flow
When I'm up to know
Listen up, I got a story to tell
John the Baptist wore wild minks
Strewn out the room with a swoon and a wink
Big body Bethlehem links
Talk
Hush little baby, gotta be strong
'Cause in this world we are born to fight
Be the best, prove them wrong
A winner's work is never done
Reach
As soon as I wake up, I get to thinkin' how my day gon' go
Yeah, but then I remember that I'm a natural born winner
They done let the dog out
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