Lyrics:
& you're
gonna play that nice, nice music you were telling me about; & while you're
doing that, I'll be sitting in the back of the. We'll have such a good
and they're quite good. You know what, why don't you just record them? You could sing them. You could be the artist. There's something called Kickstarter that
The last words said by Johnny
But now he's six feet under and he's dead
Our next song we'll play is called "Jenifa"
And we'll be back in a minute
Colgate
Keep good hygiene, peaceful by me lonesome
You should buy my whole foods
So what?
I'm a bum
Chewing under table gum
Train coming at one
These train
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
your boy Steve McNair
Don't make the good girls go bad
Don't make the good girls go bad
You don't really love her
Please don't do it
Good
They be calling me Gump
Future as bright as the sun
Just like Steve Austin I stun
On a roll like a bun
Never been toting a gun
I am just here to have fun
Johnny ran with a dangerous crowd
A rolling stone who liked his music real loud
And he don't give a damn about life he's livin'
Jesse tried to be
life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Beach house by the docks,
was her man nearly all of the time
Well Johnny he packed up to leave her but he promised he'd be back
He said he had a little pickin' to do a little
they can come get it (Get it)
Homie, let me know if you with it (If you with it)
Always keep it tight like a fitted (Fitted)
Yea, Steve-O the way I be
I'd be a two-for-one, good-for-nothin'
A hellbent and heart-breakin' fool
I'd be nowhere fast, wrong side of the stained glass
Wreck on a local
I'd be a two-for-one, good-for-nothin'
A hellbent and heart-breakin' fool
I'd be nowhere fast, wrong side of the stained glass
Wreck on a local
& you're
gonna play that nice, nice music you were telling me about; & while you're
doing that, I'll be sitting in the back of the. We'll have such a good
he was her man nearly all of the time
Well Johnny he packed up to leave her but he promised he'd be back
He said he had a little pickin' to do
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
his knees crumpled up
But it T'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jump
cnd the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple on crutches,
gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
We had a great time
All good things gotta
hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly
sadistic
He ruled the prison with force, he was militaristic
He made soup out of prisoners, he was cannibalistic
Johnny knew that if he stayed it would be
Steve and Lilly Van Patten had three children
And in a matter of months, they'd already killed them
By keeping them tied up and keeping them hidden
arrested again I won't get a
B - O - N - D i'd rather die then live
Life in the Penitentary
But these days you gotta be strapped
Even when I'm at home I go
You the, hold up, scuba to my Steve
Know you see the coupe thinking damn he steeze
Cause he don't got a family or kids and shit
But if I'm being
jack on the ground
Johnny put jack in a box
20 Minutes later as he running
Johnny got shot by the cops
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