Lyrics:
Dead crosswords puzzling your delf
See that's what I'm talkin bout
When you take the Johnny Blaze
And you take that game and you plug that here
Living on the Eastside
By: Lonnie Flemmer
Reprobate/SESAC
Just a another punk named Johnny,
Seen his kind before
Tries to be a loner
But he's so
makin' money (yeah)
I got the key to the city (oh-oh)
It feels good to be on top
I got the key to the city (oh-oh)
This is how it is to be a big
me hotter than a oven, the way that she talk
Switchin' to freaky, so I'm lovin' the way that she walk
You lookin' good, girl, you oughta be in
hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?
Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?
Could it be Bill or Jim
Long live johnny, Long live zae that's what you call gods master piece
We got Eighty of that za's, big dookies straight to sleep
Uncle he was pimping
a different type of chemistry
That flairs when her desires on fire
Quick is the fuse, another loves for hire
And she said
It'll be good if you stayed with
space)
I be way up in the clouds, you can tell it by my face
(You can tell it by my face)
On my own locomotive, so I'm in the right place
(So I'm in
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
ain't no space in my iCloud
Plugged in better do yo research
Did I do that naw I ain't Steve Urkel
Never filled out a app, oh but he keep work
I get
runner, feverfew and lemonbalm
Thank you knitbone and sweetgrass and sunchoke
And false indigo whose petals stammered apart
By bumblebees good Lord
a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser
the truck and we do it all over again
You say we're crazy
Never be what we wanna be
But there ain't no stopping my girls and me
My, my, my, yeah they're by
can't do without you (come see about me)
Steve no good without you (come see about me)
Life's no good without you (come see about me)
Hey baby don't do
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
f-o-h-n, it's a kind of wind
Yeah, I know what you mean by wind
G for Gnarly,
I for irk
H is for hour
J for jalapeño
Good in either corn or flour
If music is my business got no overhead
It makes me feel bad I lost some good friends
Like lil Johnny he loved life he didn't stress (Didn't stress
That psilocybin
Man that year in the apartment
Johnny
That was fucking fantastic
Like if I didn't have that
I don't know where I'd be right now
So
Yeah
the A
Make you strip like a bitch trying to strip me of pay
I'm getting it in get it gone by the day
I'm too good at my job they gone watch me like prey
Try it
Big Hearted
C, Steve Seskin & Kate Schutt
p. Steve Seskin Music administered by Kobalt Music, ASCAP. 2023
Katherine Draper Schutt administered by
Don't you fiddle it son, make it feel good, yeah
Play T.J. - from Chicago
Well, just treat your man right, woman
Day by day-ay
And get out your
by little) I say yes to the cake
(little by little) got good advice from Steve Urkle
(little by little) I will forget my mistake
I wanna feel
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
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Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
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