Lyrics:
You got me high and alone
Got a bad bitch, all in my phone
Leave a message, right at the tone
Getting money, all on my own
You got me high and alone
they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I
I am the ghost of the late John Malone
I was taken down by those in power who tried to steal my home
They had no business being there, they had no
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with knowing you're laying up with somebody
else
I don't want you for my friend if I
Everybody knows I can only dream so much,
Well I asked my friend John
and he don't want to go on,
I said, well, If thats the case, then get me out
your sympathy
My childhood years
Was spend burying my peers in the cemetery
Here's a message to the newborns
Waiting to breath:
"If you believe
John the Wood went out one day
To view the scene from a different angle
He stood and watched a child at play
A-tinkling on an old triangle
Dave
on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
dreamed of getting cream, best believe I'm John Deere
Green as mont-clair shit, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John
my beverage
I belch bars, excuse my presents
And I charge for every letter
Like a fuckin text message
Chrome on, shades on, game on
And my V-Neck is
Yeah, yeah
Messages I wrote
You don't even know the half of it
I'm pouring out my soul
Take apart my heart then wake me
Back up when I'm old, yeah
John holds his dying friend at Khe-Sanh
As the drops of blood, paint the jungle floor
The world no, it could not understand, and so it goes
Left
became a gin and tonic
Mine became a beer
And we grew up a little more last year
Today at work they passed me by
And promoted John instead
I came
Hear my story and listen well;
Truth is in all that I tell
It could never have been me
I did not shoot no deputy
Mr Grant, the deputy,
Friend
will they say now you're home?
Oh out to sea my friends, oh out to sea
Take me back into the blue, it's where I'll always be
Oh no, Captain John
friend, put it on tape and then
Give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me
Pump it through the Flavor Unit, spread it through the industry
The next
I, woke up this morning got ready to roll
Put on my green bomber it was, freezing cold
Applied long johns with Adidas not matching
I called up Jam
me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
What's more important?
The money or the pain?
The message or the name?
The blessing or the blame?
What is the focus?
Things get crazy by the day
I've
the whole routine and performed it for my father's friends
While they smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write what
Would eventually put me
The last time I saw you
It was bad and I hurt you
I shouldn't have done that
On that path with our friends
It quietly killed you
The drive home
this is where you'd have to make
Your last stand.
And so, my friends, the last stand,
The last song from the last band,
The last note from the last
crew
Philly, soda pop
I'm gonna run down my family tree like this:
One, two, one two three and
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got
blinded by your love
I done Dey regret oh
My friends be warn me say
Make I no fall in love with you
But I can't get enough of you
My friends be warn me say
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