Lyrics:
The ladies love John Nonny like I'm John Mayer
The squad and I all here homie, all year
You wanna talk about jets, then I'm all lears
And I want a i8, in
Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fucking day
I John Travolta when I flood that Patek face
Dead presidents, dead d-dead
So afraid of the darkness
That you're leaving on the light
You think somebody wants to hurt you
Will you ever be all right?
You can see her face
on
Come get introduced to my home
I grew up in the crime zone
Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap
You keep your chrome cause the streets
Central station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if
an eighteen-wheeler
And he's off on a Midwest run
As three sad faces gather 'round momma
They ask her when daddy's comin' home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
Well i woke up this morning
And i felt like he Is going home
I have been told by John
That he's too worried to stay still
You know He used to Say
One
Well i woke up this morning
And i felt like he Is going home
I have been told by John
That he's too worried to stay still
You know He used to Say
One
Central station, charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if
the mockingbirds singing and the whippoorwill calls
Spanish moss on the Natchez Trace
Gulf wind blowin' wide across my face
French girls dancin' to a big bang
Take Me Back To Tennessee
By
John Joseph Malayter
June 2018
Traveling down the road I’ve got too many miles to go
Waiting for the next day then
plane home tomorrow
But in their haste
They overlooked my visa
Saddened faces
See that I am Bona Fida
There ain't no place to call home
Traffic crawls
Cell phone calls
Talk radio screams at me
Through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan
She's got chocolate
see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn
Just call me angel of the morning, (angel)
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
what I need
I need protection, baby from your love
I wait at home by my telephone
When I call your house, baby
You're not home
Knock on the door
Traffic crawls
Cell phone calls
Talk radio screams at me
Through my tinted window I see
A little girl, rust red minivan
She's got chocolate
And I'm just getting started
But they beg me to retire
But this is my world
You could call me Michael Myers
Oscar Mayers
I'm a weenie
I'm the meanest
Pull
What's happenin' all over?
I'll tell ya what's happenin' all over.
Guy sittin' home by a television set
Who once used to be something of a rover.
enough.
I might hurt your feelings.
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you.
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other day.
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
strong enough
I might hurt your feelings
My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you
Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other
story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what's hannenin'? (What's hannenin'?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's
and upping my gold
A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand
Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands
I may even put you where the real johns at
Some call
would ya roll along?
I been on the road you been sittin' home
I been on the go you been holdin' on
I'mma rock and roll would ya roll along?
Papi
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