Lyrics:
Here comes Johnny
Here comes John
Here comes Johnny
Here comes John
It was the end of July 2010
When I first laid eyes on your pretty face
Your
John Stewart/Randy Cierley
The yellow window's hanging on the bed across the wall
Well, always in the morning the yellowest of all
And the faces
Sonny Boy's Cold Chills Track number five 3:03
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson)
(John Lee Williamson)
Chicago, August 6, 1946
With Blind
I prayed I won
I will never lose a battle as long as I got Christ, God's son
The bible says we'll have eternal life in john 3:16
I wanna be like
Mean Old Highway Track number six 3:21
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson)
(John Lee Williamson)
Chicago, August 6, 1946
With Blind John
song on repeat
But I'm not John Hughes, and this isn't a movie
Liars lie, and they play the game well
Thank you for the trauma, 'cause I know it'll sell
wishin
That 93 5.0 make your own Vic edition
Im on the block posted
Me and august
Off the dark after dark
When I wrote this
She throwing ass in this bitch
a zero-year-old
John Quincy Adams, 'twas the 11th he'd cry his first
Ford's date of birth, the 14th, the first day that he was nursed
So glad the Presidents
to the Frozen Beef Pies at BONEY'S MARKET. (Others say he was just a, just a) Still others say, John, piss on you, Jack! (crazy Italian) He's just a crazy Italian
We started out from Bern one sunny August morn
There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn
There was Albert the Australian and John
anticipating
August 17th, the day you're leaving
Now it's through, I remember you
Remember all the shit we used to
John quit the band
We're sinking in quick sand
'93, Rutherford B. Hayes died
The next day in January, John Tyler ended his ride
The 22nd, Lyndon Johnson, uttered his last word
Woodrow Wilson lost his
We started out from Bern one sunny August morn
There was just the four of us against the Matterhorn
There was Albert the Australian and John
head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah
Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah
Hot like fever, fuckin' on cougar like August
[1st Verse]
Ay yo, she's the best sister
One man love her
And if she died her tombstone would read
The world's greatest mother
August nineteenth she
Update update update
Young John update
Sana wole
When would you marry
This year next year next time or never
This year next year next time or never
you like to touch me
It really turns me on and makes my little light shine
There's somethin' about the forest in the latter days of August
There's
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
I bought it
I'ma put my pop in a 'Gatti
Cause he kinda look like John Gotti
Whole team gon feast when I got it
O-Lambay 'pete with the 'Rarri
Told
you so flawless"
Michael Jackson Bad Like the Pistons Ben Wallace
Entangled with the swag just like Jada, Will and August
They might steal the swag now
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
The salmon boats and 45 below
Well, he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla
and his cellmate there was a Little Willy John
and Willie, he was once a great
Lonely Island, we got the whole family here
Time to meet the crew yall
My name is Worm, you could call me J August
Ride around town bumpin Fugees in
[Female voice]
Chamillitary mayne
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Mixtape Messiah, August 27th
Put that on your calendar
It's Chamillionaire, I
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