Lyrics:
motherfucker
That nigga me
And he grew up on poverty
Grew up on robbery
Grew up on ebt
He grew up on dvd's
Grew up had to wash the ones down
Just to keep em
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
‘em back
If I could only bring ‘em back
Bring ‘em back… and I would
It’s so much goin’ through in life
By and by… my, oh my
You don’t know what I
take that shit back
'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas to try to calm
If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've
going through the struggle
I will help you succeed
Written By: Rashanique Johnson, Rodney Johnson
was time we ain’t never have it
It was times we only could imagine
Woke up like fuck it go and get it
And I be damned if I ain’t winnin
Graveyard shift
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
on a rope
The sand been sifting as high tide can come and go
Sitting, wishing, Jack go Johnson on a flow
And now I'm simping! Over the fullness of your lips
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her
take that shit back
'Cause they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas to try to calm
If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've
Amen, Amen as we gather today
In memory of Chris Johnson
I ask that you remain standing for the
Reading of the Word of God
2 Corinthians Chapter 1
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters wish you? could hit me don't you?
Heh, you should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new
If I had a hundred grand
And I'll be god damned if I throw it
In the air Like I didn't care
And I must say it's no way and nowhere
There's no pocket
That when I am not shiny with intelligence you will avoid me
If I am poor you may not trust me
That i could become a thorn in your side
Unworthy of gifts
it, give you that 12 days of Christmas
If I could keep it a buck with you, you're all that I really need
A couple bottles of wine, some holiday dvds
a turquoise sea
In a turquoise sea
You and I are swimming
We could talk about my vision
If I have to float a little more
To get the world to listen
Well, that's
will tell it
I give Johnson the magic
Please don't call me an addict
If you doing this for fame I understand your use of adlibs
It's the rap game yo give
find a monster in your closet
By your sneakers
You could find out the monster is actually your teacher
You could have a dad with a friend named Jack
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