Lyrics:
like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just
Could you
hurt by women (Yeah)
I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using, modern-day John Lennon (Yeah)
How many Perkys I popped? That really ain't nobody business
But
To the gig at Che Stadium two years later
Every record in the Top Forty on both sides of the Atlantic
is written by Lennon McCartney
And finally they get into
better tool up cause I ain't done!
When you hear the shots
I'm not documenting, I'm 2Pac-umenting
I'm one of the Beatles
How I'm whippin' from that Lennon
and needs a
Half hour to go by but for a half hour to go by it needs 15
Minutes to go by
Or seven minutes
Or one one hundredth of a minute
Or one one
you You could never fake being authentic honestly you off centered probably you wack pretending
I don't give a fuck I've been John Lennon
Don't give
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
trees, maybe beasters
And in his fist: Backwoods and a Bic
That's that shit, Michael
Are you jokin' or smokin'?
He tells me that we got two
Minutes to get
No, that one's Jerry Seinfeld
That one's John Lennon, there
No, the Dakota
The San Remo is up a few blocks
Have you been inside the Museum?
We
this world that we live in it got cold so we wearin Moncler
Drippin expensive denim all year
Finessin lennon everytime I wear it
Chandelier dreams rose
flood
With his styrofoam finger making it rain wounds
Take down bang-job taking a blank check, and
I'm buff slim-jim, drinks, and John Lennon
Uncle Bobby
frigging old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
And the day John Lennon died
How the music made him happy
And the silence made him cry
Yea he thinks of John
a big spot with a fence
I eliminate anybody looking for a jest
Fuck a minute maid, life gave a lemon to the best
I'ma sing, John Lennon
I CNN Don Lemon
We
you did silence your critics in the North
By hurling them into prison without benefit of charge or trial
Three
They say it wasn't Lincoln, John
the SEO strategy
At least two thousand followers, at least ten thousand streams
Oh, viral marketing
We paid per click and by commission, wrote the hits,
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes
running for President."
"Live from New York, it's Saturday Night."
"Elvis Presley died today at Baptist Hospital in Memphis."
"John Lennon was
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
joking or smoking he tells me
"We got two minutes to get it toking'"
420 on the digital, this is pivotal
Cause I'm broke as fuck and
I enjoy being
tranquil
(I'm) getting shots - girl, I drank too, get these shots, every angle
John Lennon, Kurt Cobain too, living legend, you're a lame dude
You's a last
turn into facts, speaking of
The ghost of Brian Jones came back for a laugh, looking for John Lennon, or something like that
Trying to keep his cool,
JAMIE
No, that one's Jerry Seinfeld.
That one's John Lennon there.
No, the Dakota-
The San Remo is up a few blocks.
Have you been inside the Museum?
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