Lyrics:
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Stop fronting now don't fuck with me
Cool Gray 500 hundred dollar J's on
Johnny Cage 500 hundred dollar shades on
Book a boy 5
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny
Blind in reality just like you're Ray Charles, aye
Aye, I don't want no more pressure, no
Don't want no more pressure, noo
Don't want no more
a rape van, mullet Ray-Bans
We do vicious, you do witness
You don't clap shit you's a cricket
Run the J’s we don't run so
Much it’s all fun and games
Till
x-ray vision helps me see through the layers
Of you fakes, phonies, lies and deception
Ask Matt Hall if you need a life lesson
[Chorus]
I've been
sick off one sip
Of this concoction, pass it to a nigga like Stockton
Grape juice, Johnny Walker, Olde E, and Hennesey
So much Remi in my kidney they
to Fonteyne
Al Capone to John Wayne
From Harley D to Lenny Bruce
Harry Dean to Betty Blue
From Sister Sue to Judy Teen
Marty Wilde to Morrisey
From Johnny
Ray Cyrus, John Michael Montgomery, and Joe Diffie.
He saw Johnny Cash on MTV,
Bought a new new toupee, said: "That's the place for me."
He done
you say
"Oh, Johnny" when you know my name is Ray
That's why I believe right now (I believe, yes I believe)
I say I believe right now (I believe, yes
shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran
(Toma, toma, take this)
(Yeah, toma, toma, I'ma get it)
(You ready? You ready) (I want it, baby)
(Let's get
Oh Johnny!
When you know my name is Ray
That's why I believe
I said I believe right now
Well I believed to my soul
You're trying to make a fool
Black to blazin', hometown fadin'
Out of sight in the rear view mirror
Stevie Ray blasting on the radio
As I slam it into higher gear
My baby's
to get rid of that residue
No chill dealin' with rule breakers and vandals
Blowers in the bando, fitteds with the flannel
East Side Johnny and them,
so slick!
Alright
Brother Johnny, he caught a plane and he got on it
Now he's a razor in the wind
And he got a pistol in his pocket
They say
Johnny Blaze
Supposed to like ya but I'm not amazed
Mirrored convos are here to reflect my kinda Grey's
Anatomies are so common when you become my age
brains like a tameless zombie
getting more blazed than Johnny
I'm Jason and Freddy in one with a ray gun this shit here ain't gone be fun
just look
a nigga get paid
Fuck you Bm boy the bitch got slaid run up on me splat get sprayed
Shoot the bitch up like I'm Johnny Cage beat him with a bat like i play
cool
My cup with me
Ray Charles momma
Baby don't be a cripple
Got hella cups
Ima need more den triple
I fuck with dem H's
They all in my visual
If you
my shooters no mercy like TJ
Bullets they left em in shock
Like a sting ray
Running laps around you niggas no relay
Bitch I pull up with the tommy
break a promise
I'm Johnny, i'm busting right out of my cage
I'll never die, i'm a repatriate
Bitch I am SNKE not no Sons of the Patriots
Pull back
you reach for my chain nigga
Ice on my chain nigga Johnny Dang ice me out
She put her brain on me guess we call it breakfast in bed
Im just counting my
We found ourselves in a strange euphoria
The lights and shapes castin rays to warn ya
It’s not real
No, it’s not real
Everyday seems the world’s lost
Do it all night
Illuminate the dark sky
I'm in the closet with my Lite Brite
Keep it real tight
Johnny on the spot on my job site
But I just might cut
filling yourself with vodka?
Yep
Hold on, the part's coming up where I need to sing
Down by Biscayne, my face can feel the rays
Down by Biscayne, it's seven
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