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LIFTING US HIGHER I REALLY LOVED THIS GUY... JONATHAN THE JESUS FREAK DIDN’T MEET ME SOME RANDOM WEEK HIS MOM FOUND ALL OUR EMAILS AND ALL HELL BROKE
Jonathan knows Baby, I know, He knows I'm going But I carry the load Carry the load Double time, we need the money, it's in the wildfires 80 hours a week
Deeper, deeper, I need a reaper Thought I was in trouble how he tearin' them cheeks up Keep me a freak, who the flavor of the week? If I make up
I wasn't even trappin' on that 'Cause I honestly just got her number last week (Mm-hmm) I wasn't even tryna fuck, I was sleep (Like) She don't even
that bitch Mr. Clean (ayy) Fuckin' me the worst way with it, I'ma spell my first name in it (go) Like J-O-N-A-T-H-A-N, you fuckin' or not quit playin'?
from myself was when I was 6 years old And my daddy locked me in a dark closet with a dog of bag food for 2 days At that point I was Narrator, Jonathan
Three living inside a tent in the front room Sleeping next to a lawnmower And in what passes for the bathroom there's a Dog-eared Jonathan Safran
Jonathan's tired and ready for sleep At eight o' clock in the afternoon Cleaning up the mess that he made Every day it's 4 AM all week, each day But
North and my South East and my West My working week And my Sunday rest Noon and my night My talk and my song Thought love would last forever But I
Jonathan's biking home after his late-night shift Hours with the patients and the pills and the IV poles He tries hard to see the best in the people
slip JD, abbreviated for Jonathan drip Rephrase , I'm Jawn a not a thin drip (Drip noise) that is Jonathan's drip They bitter and acting phony Been
vegas, flawless ten shows a week We're all very impressed, but the midnight circus is not for the weak Jonathan replies, with a sparkle in his eye, that
all decay When our hearts are broken down Take a weekend take a week Falling fast I?m falling deep here we go It?s just like it was before No matter
tryna' be positive mama They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama Who you know put they motherfuckin' Self on the map And now they don't owe nobody shit I
positive, mama (uh-huh) They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (nope) Who you know put they mothafuckin' self on the map And now they don't owe nobody
Foe Fum Jonathan ate a booger and it taste like Wait Woe Sugar on her neck Cheerin for the team Bring It On one & two The remake and number threethree
had beats So when he hit me out the blue, I was like brother please... Recorded "Black Love" Released it in a few weeks Then within a few months We
the bill that was last week Pass me By in the back seat Laughing Cant catch me Puffin on lawn Took it for granted I was me High school acne Tacky women with
gettin' past me I got a plaque like last week, I did this shit like last week And if we not affiliated No no, do not ask me She like "Reo baby damn, you
a barman called jonathan He wears nice clothes and keeps his hair neat But I could give her a call back next week So next week we're out to coffee She
New Girl and her beautiful bangs and she's out for brunch But to her right it's Jonathan Scott Flannel shirt 'round his waist as he sips a mimosa I'm
it up like m&m's Niggas pussy feminine, she a demon full of sin Gettin' money regiment Made like 2k in a week, and I didn't have to sim Niggas talkin'
It was not so much to be loved, as to love Last night I heard a funny noise of sexual relief Old Jonathan got lucky with Irene He turned 80 years last
Forget about the past week Just gotta ask me Where the spot is tonight that we're turnin' up Slowly driving to the hills tonight No need to rush all my
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