Lyrics:
the middle at the top by the gate
On the grass with the crass Volkswagen estate
Whose is it? Mine! You're kidding, it's great! (Jesus)
I just love the way
times
I know I hit the spot
You called me upset
And distressed
But when you came by
You came and then slept
Without touch mi mek yuh likkle miss wet
Yuh
to ya nigga, wanna see a dead body?
Teflon Don, Bon Jovi, John Gotti
Step on the block, they wanna be like me
Look at his watch, he wanna be like me
Step
now run
Out the blocks now who's the perpetrators
Time to zip through to the real gladiators
Your soul's possessed by Hercules
Barcelona's now ancient
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
existing
Though surrounded only by bacteria an viruses
[The Angel: ]
How do you feel? Laa - la - laa, you were out of line!
[Machine: ]
What?
[The Angel: ]
the weight like nine sumos
Bust shots like John Lugo
You know how the Wu go
Look sharp, homie give yourself a facelift
High brow, eyebrows on a spaceship
Take
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
All the Way To the End (Music by John Finbury Lyrics by Patty Brayden and John Finbury)
See me
open your eyes and
read me
Are you willing
to look
Shit you know what I do
Now tell me what you tryna get into
The man cars rented, the man car killing
Gossiping, man, fuck the car look at the man in
walking hand in hand)
I wish you were here
(they take one look at me and seem to understand)
This city of light is a lovely sight
The first bright star I
homies
Why? Cause all the homies on me
Hey yo all the digital gonna have to do for now
But I'ma break it down when I get by your town
I love it girl
it way, way out like John Paxton
But for now I just gotta watch her practice
Send her a picture so she see it
She says, I-I-I can't believe it
Ohh,
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
He looks determined without bein' ruthless
Somethin' heroic in his manner
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so
just another John you've gypped, another sucker stiffed
A walk on role in the script to your long, long grift
The love that had me in your grip was just
Staying Ahead of the Rain
John Cirillo (ASCAP)/James Kirby (PRS)
I keep on walking forward
Never try to look behind
I keep on moving towards
on the wrist, I bet she notice
Niggas see me, they see the boy
Maybach, G-Wagon, exotic toys (skrrt)
Preme, ah badman ting
Rifle sing like violin
Murder
Curing lepers
Rescuing hookers from getting stoned to death
By assholes who wanted to kill em cause they caught them fucking
Are you shitting me
If I had
to play is gritty
I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
My whole comity like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this? My semi leave you
ambulance out
Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave
a favor
Just play me a little John Prine”
He said anything you want here
Give me a song that will just please your ear
Then another one to just get you
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are?
You can't throw
He looks determined without bein' ruthless
Somethin' heroic in his manner
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so
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