Lyrics:
Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel
You're an angel to me
Johnny Angel, how I love him
How I tingle when he passes by
Every
Self-isolation only lasts so long
Before the walls start caving in
And becomes the grave that I shall lie down in
Another lonely night befalls again
Catch me now
and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
Yeah the TV and the truck I got on credit.
And I got that girl with a little old Woolworth
to destroy the Culture
Releasing viruses cuz they desirous Of destruction
Guess it's really nothing to em
Death sentences if you try to uproot Em
Protected by
What's wrong with me
Can you keep a caution by your heart
For me cause I'm not tryna fall
Too deep
Take years to get you out my mind
It don't take
bad luck?
My heart's been hit by a truck
Troubled sky clears up
I think it's gonna rain on me again
Johnny get up yea, oh Johnny stand up
Been
No information, say yes or no
One point five million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
No information, say yes or no
One point five million
Alright, you get what you want, money's no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
don't trap to keep her included)
In chest bands to beat the drum
(They nap and hang by the suited)
Up dressed man as he becomes
(Arms don't trap to keep
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
Johnny lost his house today, there’s lots o’ reasons why
But Johnny’s worked hard all his life, always done me right
Johnny loves his country, likes
Um kicking shit like a punt
I smoke P's by the month
Imma do what i want
Backwood full of runtz
Johnny knoxville how i stunt
Got your rent in these
What is this scene
Who wrote this
You know what, fuck it, let's do random shit
Tara Strong's a sex offender
I was blocked by Tara Strong on Twitter.com
history far too often elides
And then I'm done
The year was nineteen-eighty-one
But before I tell you where I'm from and what I miss, follow me
a MAC-11 now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem
What's his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that
He's from and that's one
More gangster under
found a way
To keep Johnny down
Spending days by myself
Remembering slights
I'm not a monument to justice
Plus which I don't forget a face
that! Will you Johnny?
Woman: Frankie, I don't care whether he talks or not, I just can't leave him like this.
Johnny: Listen. Leave me here I... I... I
then I make a play
Nigga, I'm the one, but I be fuckin' by the two and shit
Talkin' bout a glock
That nigga don't know what a Ruger is
Player like for
Griffin
You listen, you’ll be held accountable to
What I’m spitting
I’m Johnny Cage with Timberlands mean
I come with me
You got the blogs, I got
Johnny?"
"No! no! no!"
"Boy, you sure are a funny kid, Johnny, but I like you! So tell me,
What kind of a boy are you, John?"
I only like dreaming
All
could do me
I go by one number 615
Where the money at, I'm already counting
Niggas over lapped cause they slouching
I'm under the influence, I'm still
best friend's on a shooting spree
Stop it, Debbie, you're embarassing me
How could you do what you just did?
Are you having a really bad period?
talks or not
I just can't leave him like this
Listenm leave me here, I can handle it
Oh, Johnny, no
The cops are outside, Luke is in the car
Test
Whip that boy I hit him his chest
See me in the field boy show me respect
Johnny Test
Whip that boy I hit him in his chest
Pussy boy I'm comin for
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