Lyrics:
into the hard Oklahoma ground
John Paul Allison, the orphan boy Pope
Now she waits for you to haunt her
She sleeps with your ghost at night in bed
From an old gambling den to a small-town Church
Four sinners met in the middle of the night
With a similar situation, ruined by sin
Where everyone
You're tryin' make me you by seasoning
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York
It doesn't exist no way, no how
It seems
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
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
Rodney, Bobby, Ricky or Mike
But Maseratis and them Bugattis by the end of the night
They say they want a cocktail, with a twist in it
They like
Traces from my childhood song
Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
Kept me safe all night long
My innocent babe I watch you sleeping
Sweet child of mine so safe
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah digga likes
leave your mark
You can't follow like a bunch of sheep
You got to listen to your heart
Go bustin' in like old John Wayne
Sometimes you got to go against
of the night, let's try to revive it
We'll make it home, you know we'll survive it
No time for insights, stopped at the red light
Everyone jumped out
at John O'Groats, I'm down in Land's End
On you I depend
I see your face
When I close my eyes
And there ain't no place
Like between your thighs
horse stood before him, black as the night, yet glowing in the rising moon
Silently, John grabbed the reins and they began a new journey
After nearly ten
want no more problems in-a meh life
Ask meh fe mi number so that we could enjoy the night
She want
Over and over and over again
I try to tell her no no
give my all to you
Cuz this love inside my heart
Is something that I always knew
I feel like John Legend
Yeah
And I feel like
John Legend
John
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
[Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Beneath the stars' celestial gleam,
Where night winds weave nocturnal dreams,
I wait upon the porch, embraced by night's
John has gone back
He wasn't taking out the bins
Saw him last night
He didn't mention anything
I dread to think
When the town gets to know
Wish I
dick
Black bottles, late night givin' you dope dick
Out in Philly I got Courtney off in the Bentley with me
Niggas hatin' on her (?) I hear other
He stood 6'6 at two forty five
On the first night he came
The midnight moon shed starry light
On that fated hallows Eve
When Red John's prison bus
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
girth
In his cabin that night under-a full moon bright John worked like a restless wind
With anvil and hammer he forged with a clamor two long blades end
(yeah)
Sleepless nights for my lyrics money come in bundles (money man)
Being independent is the dream you can ask Awalu(Roger)
I no like too much talk
right)
Now she wanna spend (what?)
All night with me (She wanna wake up with Weezy F. Baby)
Let me be the one that you throw it to (throw it back, ma)
Silent but deadly
They call me John Wick, aye
Stick in my hand, man
You know I never miss, whoa
Creepin' in the night
Masked up, get the fright
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