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contents .. John: no. I don't think so because... Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance. John: every nation will have
Grandma's got new dentures (to eat the crust on pizza) Taken out by her daughter (because she thought she oughta) Kids are eating snickers (because
crush Ain't no holiday And you know I disobey I thought you would ride, I thought you would stay by my side Now look at me cry with nobody here by my side
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, The Barking Slugs - supersmugs! For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out, These
feel a way? Niggas gotta go get it by any means, no one’s safe Im finna go Micheal Scofield once I’m paid, Hit the bank and then turn the county
music turns to greatest memes Don't put me behind bars and think that I ain't got nobody You'd be wrong, I'm Michael Scofield, I got my body If you offer
of shredded tar 'cause every day's a holiday in Mr.Moody's Garden Where little girls say pardon And Bill and Ben found stardom While playing John Wesley
Every day's a holiday in Mr. Moody's Garden Where little girls say pardon and how do You do my name is Nosey And this is me sister really (really)
ako Scofield John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý Odchádzam do noci A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich textov,
všetkým ako Scofield John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý Odchádzam do noci A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich
more hustle and bustle And no more telephone lines And now that we're here Let's grab all our gear And off we go Words and music by john denver
an attack by an unknown enemy Huh Yeah Huh Uh .44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch" I'm fuckin'
Happy holidays Let me come here and talk to you I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin' (Great John on the beat by
an attack by an unknown enemy Huh Yeah Huh Uh .44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch" I'm fuckin'
Some people like to get away Some people like to get away Take a holiday from the neighbourhood Take flights in Miami beach or to Hollywood But
and Jacob in the motherland I'm Moses posin' against the king freein' his people I'm Babylon tryna reach God by buildin' a steeple I'm the strongest man
was kicking doors down DA want me direct file She say I'm punishable by life Nowhere to go so I'm in the dope pole and its getting cold Nowhere else
we don't ever talk Except for holidays and birthdays and that's by default My mama told me not to blame myself, it ain't my fault But if he goes and we
on The homie Great John on the beat, by the way Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now (Great John on the beat, by the way) I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
(whistle) Written By: Peter Van Gordon Banker - (BMI) - IPI# 451074187 - 50% Banker Boys Music - (BMI) - IPI# 886237594 - 50% and John Martin Keith - (BMI) -
instruments and all other noises by john jack sales at dustyboymusic group gmail
don't get fed up My people rise, my people fight My people do alright My people walk with pride and We're marchin' side by side and My people laugh,
answer, who's the greatest of all time John and Mark Wright, let me sip the wine As we listen to the Big D Every other day is a holiday Not sure what we're
some cocoa and marshmallows Sit by the fireplace and wiggle our toes And love on its other cause it's ok Around this Christmas holiday Now I don't want
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