Lyrics:
a scammer that nigga a piece maker he feel like John Cena
Walking with the tech I feel like Blue Beetle
I don't got a ring for a hoe I'm not Sméagol
Vet lungs
Lewis,
George Ware…
Kyle Walker, Wesley Brown,
Louis Houston, Joe Robertson,
Andy Burke, George Ward,
Alexander Reed, John Hart,
John Davis, Oscar Coker,
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
Nature Boy I'm Ric Flair
I'm Hell in a Cell, that Cell in a Hell hole
Hit em with some electrifying moves, People's Elbow
I'm the bomb no Swanton
and pull them to the southside
Ima give you that Southside
Lemme spell my name on it
Give you that John Hancock till the sun come back around
Do it again
Bill Wyman; Britt Eckland; Karen Finlay; John Cage; Any
performance artist; Linda Mc. Cartney; Kim Bassinger; Lou Reed's Metal
Machine Music; Chipmunk
Lennon (John Lennon)
Gringo, Reed Dollaz
Each front home, smoking all runts
Grab a leaf roller, don't do the blunts
Jackie Chan with the paper, I do
Junkie sieht aus wie John Lennon (John Lennon)
GRiNGO, Reed Dollaz
Each front home, smokin' all runts
Grab a leaf roller, don't do the blunts (don't
a gymnast when I sip it
I'm a cynic you're a gimmick put you in a clinic
Swanton reshape your face to an ugly image
Hit you in your business when he's
a swanton bomb off top a ladder if you actin tough
Poppin off like bad Tourette's, golden coffin, lavish death
Assassinate the Magistrate, I'm John Wick with
out yo Long Johns
Keep ya top on, you don't wanna meet the Swanton
Cuz I'm papaw to this child's play, but I'm feeling that slide today
Push me while
Vertroetelt met zijn merrie dat bloempje in galop
De cowboy hij heet john stopt bij Mary Lou
En bedelt Mary Lou zeg Mary Lou word jij mijn vrouw
Zij raakt
out.
What you want.
I said look man, I'm John Lee Hooker, I sing the blues.
They said the President don't have time for the blues.
I said look
Jimmy Dean and Big John and ole' Hank Snow
Heard 'em every weekend
Opry tuned in
On that AM radio
That's country, bro
Yeah that's country, bro
a extra brick thank you
I just reed up on soft and on dog food
100 round drum in a Porsche when we slide through
Hit em wit a dud and it punch and it
your King!
Hail, King of the Jews!"
With each reed's blow,
Our pain did grow,
As one we are abused.
Despite the crown
He did not frown;
He smiled with
Walter's nebbishy behavior. She suggests the potential longing for more of a John Reed character, less of a rootless cosmopolitan. When Asja and Walter met,
Hatter
Enough chatter, Cubist thoughts, left hearts shattered
I'd much rather, jump like Jeff, Swanton off ladders
Bag ya like Santa, instead, I'm bending
yeah
Every day wakin' up knowin' it's not enough
Every day wakin' up go and get it bruh
God is blessing Reed with a need to overachieve yeah
Every
of soul, heart and soul
Baby it's alright, dad, John Lee Hooker
Jerome Green
Rolling Stones, Memphis Slim up there
Jimmy Reed too, baby, Sonny Boy Williamson
Thunderhead's heart
All to pieces
I was raised on Bo Diddley
Jimmy Reed and Bobby Blue
I hung out with Lightening Hawkins
John Lee Hooker, just to name
Willis Reed or Elton John
We done been in the game and our game's still on
It's not Tic Tac Toe or Operation
Just holding it down like the gravitation
the streets
I'm back in the ride with the eagle eye
Told H "spin back, just spot me a neek"
Pop out like Polo G
Hit man's head, John F Kennedy
Real motherfucker
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