Lyrics:
Call me john krasinski
Call me john krasinski
Call me john krasinski
Call me john krasinski
One day I was dating pam
Then I wound up in vietnam
Took
the ground
There's lots of treasures to be found
All in unison:
Underneath the lovely London sky
Scott
This house is crowded now with questions
And John's
Scott, say his name
Walter Scott, say his name
Walter Scott, say his name
Walter Scott, won't you say his name?
Jerame Reid, say his name
Jerame Reid,
Un
All dese niggas do is pop shit get It done
I been feeling like John wick With the guns
I been feeling like big Meech With da funds
Lil momma told
Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott
don't you know, I'm that dude
Yo, yo, born from a stork
Kung Pao chicken, you can pile on the pork
When I get bored, I just call up Scott Storch
House
mate
Dan's been trustin' every word Scott says
He believes in mates so fair play
But Scott's story is too far outweighed
And I'm gonna act before
John-John-John
Turn down for what, детка, но я не Lil John-John-John
Уже не первый год в трэпе, как Travis Scott
Прыгай в Роллс-Ройс и увидишь Astroworld
Буду
(Scott Storch!)
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you!
The alter ego himself, Black-Ty
Girl, gon' get it in
Girl get that ass on the flo',
on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
North on Bishop Scott pass Aldine
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
Where you at Cote Brilliante Avenue
Where you at Cote
Trotter minus the cap
I thought I heard a voice in my head that said, "Kill"
I had no other choice that was left except fill
My pencil full
police
Murder, yeah, death is an option
I'm passing off the rock like my name is John Scott
Born in the hood, I'ma spend my life dead
Crack kids dancing,
with people getting money like the finest sear
Catch the herald, I'm fresh chopped
And Bevel Rap on a doctrine level so F. Scott Fitzgerald
Maybe I'm
Yeah, wait, ouu
Ayeee let's vibe
Let's vibe
Voices
Let's vibe
I Dey ball everyday like De bruyne
BIG I'm the most fly
No Travis Scott but
LaToya Sterling (and assistants and the interns)
Andrew, you know I'm sayin' (Noah)
Shout to Tamara (Scott), shout to Ayesha, (Crespo), aight!
John
First name Scott, last name Mescudi
I will say it now so you
All can say it properly
Even for awhile lotta people
Stayed mocking me then I went GOOD
a disgrace
That we know those who came in first, but not second place
In '52, Winfield Scott got fewer votes than Franklin Pierce
Buchanan foiled John
the laws don't apply?
Making music out of nothing, know that boy's bonafide
It's disturbing when a murderer enjoys homicide
Talented Mr. Trotter squad,
Vernon Johns
Dr. Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks
Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X
Bishop Desmond Tutu, Mohammad Ali
Sydney Poitier, Quincy Jones
Colin
back to bed with John and Jack
I fucked my way through London, fucked my way to hell and back
I am no good lover
Lie, I do it all the time
Look me half
sinner
Still you don't see me like John Cena
Beating on my chest kong X Godzilla
Big big dreamer
Every day I sin I'm a certified sinner
My heart cold
of the house
Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what
Seeing them was at
The Bloomfield Ave Cafe
In Montclair
And Jack and Scott
Were sharing center stage
And John wasn't even
The drummer yet
And he's
of the house
Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what
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