Lyrics:
my mind I'm boarding the next train out of town
John flew into a rage like thunder he brought his fist down and he cracked the floor
He thought he
"Letter to John Pace Seavering from Denis McCleary
Dated 12 June 1936"
Dear John
Yes, I'm writing
After all this time
How's the publishing game
heart
Let it be John Lennon you know ima play my part
Like a real G do
No time to look back
Got a whole another view
Apologizes out the door
You the know
now
The old league is ours like forever now
Filthy forty and ninety if you let us now
All in together now, it's whatever now
John threes and low nit
a crown
Looks like he's been scheming
Centuries slowly slipping by
A kingship oh so fleeting
In the church, St Matthews Church
Sir John he lies a sleeping
I am the E, that's who I be
Look around and see all the Lord has done
I'm here representing the G.O.D.
I am the E, that's who I be
Look around
to see the bands periodically like Sawyer Brown
Melanie, Richie Havens was there
I didn't see John Sebastian, but they said he was there
And a bunch
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
I'd better bring along a chainsaw,
A blowtorch and an icepick just to see if he needs help."
Then he said, "Whoa, that looks like the afghan sweater
Look at my whip
Look at my bitch
Look at my
Look at my whip
Look at my
Look at my
Look at my bitch
That ain't my whip that I be rolling in
Whenever I
make it look easy they break a leg
And I'm eggin' 'em on
Like break a leg and sing 'em a song
I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon
I'm rhyme legend
Some
look like Metropolis
I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man, I guess I'm a optimist
Born in Toronto, but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted
down
My tv's on the blink
Make Galileo look like a boy scout
Sorry about that - let it all hang out
Sleep all day, drive all night
Brain my numb
wide angle, and make sure you get the kicks
I look like I'm worth the guapo
I look like I work for Chapo
My bitch worth a few hundred K
My neck worth
Yeah, grrat
Yeah, damn
I feel like John Wick, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Shell casings scatter the floor, bullets, they
set the trend, you niggas copy
Kick in the door like I work at Hibachi
Look at the watch, blow it, hot like some Taki
Come in my room, my sheet
when you come in
I be busy, I'm not in my comments
I be playin' with that fire like I'm John Wick
Don't be walkin' up on me
I'll be ballin' 'til
got pregnant she broke up with me
She packed all her bags and drove back to Boise
She said she still loved me but needed her family
And I was like
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
track
You're first to know
Don't look below
Everything's black
Run sweet children
Run far away
John's on the loose
He's here to stay
Back off you fools
I
the pizza though
I don't know
I'm feeling like Papa John's or something?
Shit, Domino's? Papa John's?
Papa John's, I would say
Fuck no, bro, that shit's wack,
John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is
As the years went by she continued using suckers
Hard working individuals who gave all just to fuck her
As Erica grew older her look's begin to fade
She's
the gateway to my own reality in Southern California
My mother's poppies and Spanish lavender
Grown safely just to show what true love looks and feels like
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