Lyrics:
Michael brought in Don't Stop
’Til You Get Enough
And Off The Wall and Workin' Day and Night
Was the last thing he brought in
He'd been working
he'd get on these niggas good sides
Free chicken every time Anthony posted in line
Two extra biscuits, Anthony liked him and then let him slide
They
Cuadros, Jill Lamothe, Chris
Green, Craig Davis, Amparo Johnson
Sharon Heyward
Priority Staff:
Bill Gagnon, Matt D'Amico, Jane
Ventom, Jason Boyd, aaron
at dawn
See his body died some years ago
But around here Mr. Johnson's Love lives on
Sissy Thompson said she'd seen him
Late that night on Shelby Road
there I would know
On Saturday mornings that's where
All my friends would meet
You'd be surprised to know what a dime would buy
Twenty years ago.
kids
Why'd you have to play yourself by playing me?
Disrespectin me like if I was a kid
Why you had to f*cking lie and play the victim
You brought out
At The Johnson's
We at The Johnson's
At The Johnson's
Rosroc, hey
Look at where we are
At The Johnson's and I'm eating caviar
Her dad lent me the car
But they'd better bring a gun
Jack Johnson's made of iron he's all counter punch and run
Yonder comes Jack Johnson
Like he owns the town
But they'd better bring a gun
Jack Johnson's made of iron he's all counter punch and run
Yonder comes Jack Johnson
Like he owns the town
care
He's bought a hat like Anthony Eden's
Because it makes him feel like a Lord
But he can't afford a Rolls or a Bentley
He has to buy a secondhand
care
He's bought a hat like Anthony Eden's
Because it makes him feel like a Lord
But he can't afford a Rolls or a Bentley
He has to buy a secondhand
scamp as Hannibal stalking
Anthony Hopkins with his hands in his pockets
Black out, Zach Galifianakis, gallons of Vodka
But that gal has some knockers
of tune
Fighting on the seas
Dreaming of a thousand things he'd like to be
Poor Mr. Johnson being married to a wife who should be caged
It's the child
I got over Charlotte Thompson, Goldie Johnson,
Lord they done me wrong
I took it hard with Peggy Harper
She hurt me bad, but not for long
There's
I'm none the better for dancing
Down at St. Anthony's oh
Well Jim if we had a bob or two
I'd tell you what we just might do
Invite the ladies over
at my mommy and smile
As he brushed the hair back from my eyes and he'd say
Your mama
She's the Van Lear Rose
She was the belle of Johnson County
troubles really began
Jim Johnson was the name of our step-pa he was the meanest man I'd ever saw
He mistreated mom and all of us kids and I swore some day
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
livin proof, do on to others as you'd have mothafuckas do on to you
CHORUS
(Anthony Hamilton) you thought i was the one
(Brat) but i got my own whips,
rotten
A piece of my childhood it'll never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
With a '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy, two hands
I remember walkin' 'round the court square sidewalks
Lookin' in windows at things I couldn't want
There's Johnson's hardware and Morgan's jewelry
I was raised off of Rural Route 3
Out past where the blacktop ends
We'd walk to church on Sunday morning
Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence
jobs to give you here
So we are sending you to Vietnam
Lyndon Johnson told the nation
Have no fear of escalation
I am trying everyone to please
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