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John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
the gunman but I love the kids (woo)
Quavo Superman, Quavo John Wick (uh)
And you don't want the two to mix
(not at all)
Have a Fourth of July on the sixth
(pa
Pain the love the buttons
Pressed and played on repeat it made John Doe a puppet
Master yanking on those fucking
Strings and changing moods like clothing
careful when you get there, we hate to be bereft
But we're taking down the names of everybody turning left
Oh, we're the John Birch Society, the John Birch
free love
And everybody's got the fuckin', you know, the dashikis and the tie-dye on
And you want to fit in, you know, you don't wanna be the odd man
your lcve!
Knock me over! Here I go!
Into our love storm lETS GO ROBLOX!
Jump on back dancer
Baby let's get hcgh, John WAYNE!
Baby let's get hcgh
John
on this shit its how I feel though
Time just keeps on passing by but that shits hard to heal though
And shout out to my homies in that South Holt Mafia (5)
all home right now
Nigga, heart so cold right now
Need a bad one that can hold me down
That's what everybody say, that's what everybody say
Things
everybody loves me
And you don't have to make a sound
'Cause they got what you need
Oh, oh, oh, oh
God love all the people that have warned you
God
laughed about how good things used to be
This big city ain't good for me
I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a John Doe on a John Deere
laughed about how good things used to be
This big city ain't good for me
I'll meet you down by the cottonwood tree
I need a John Doe on a John Deere
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
like, ha
Ain't no way you gonna stop me now
This drama pops out when I'm not around
Need to add Olivia Holt to my body count
You can sit on my face girl,
John Doe
Hopping out with that bag on me, I need my money pronto
John Doe yeah I'm feeling like I'm John Doe
Some say they love me, some say they hate
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Everybody party down to Louisiana
Everybody jam (yeh)
Everybody come and take a ride with me
(Scatting by Scatman John)
Follow
and we talk about work.
But what I think I'd really love is to get up by myself,
On a little tiny island, in the middle of the ocean,
With just me,
I want you
And you know that I need you i want it bad
Everybody, JUMP!
I want your lcve, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad rcmance
(you're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Oh, it's the lights (you're blinded by the)
Satisfaction (you need that)
lovin' so bad
Everybody needs somebody to love
I'm not afraid to be by myself but I just need to be somebody to love
All the time
All the time
All
The opportunity to lead a slave revolt
Because the West Virginian army made him holt.
He got caught by some racists who weren't down
With his liberal liberation,
lovin' so bad
Everybody needs somebody to love
I'm not afraid to be by myself but I just need to be somebody to love
All the time
All the time
All
you've been hurt before
And you're afraid to try love once more
Without love by your side, you're only half alive (Do do do)
Cause everybody needs
ever gonna rise above? shit yeah, we are
Fuck February, snow is six feet deep
I need a John Wick to put winter to sleep
Fuck February, snow is six feet
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