Lyrics:
the gift shop by the lake that bled blue rivers full of rain
And truth was stretched like clingfilm
Over a john of the kind they have by the Autobahns
And I
the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trappa John M.D, full metal jackets
'Cause some gots to have it
Kill or be killed, only time
straight to you
No idea what Saint John meant by Christian ways
So how it beats determines my pursuit
I never guessed I'd feel so blessed
Without them
I was stung by the sting of the
Worst of bees in New Orleans
I was scared and unprepared but
Right there I was happy
The one sunset I won't forget
in the initial search. Captain's orders.
ROSE
cye-aye, Margaret! The first ones to board, John, how exciting!
HERSCHEL
Miss Stratford, slow down, there
He'd already put Joe and Jeramiha six feet under.
They were drunk as the skunks, they were on their way back from the saloon. They passed Steve
Alright i'd like to tell you
Before I get too deranged
Or something, or friends here
Are: on lead guitar, john Wood the
Amazing John Wood, yeah
When he was young you'd not find him doing well in school,
His mind would turn unto the waters.
Always the focus of adolescent ridicule,
He has no
I'd rather be romancing
She had me Inside Out And Upside Down in the back of my Cortina*
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick
(Parody of CARS by Gary Numan)
Feeling down, top me up
Feeling down, just top me up
Feeling down, top me up
Feeling down, just top me
Feeling down (feeling down)
Just top me up
I’ll snatch the cash and we’ll match half and half
She ran down the con and Sonny was seeing red
He was gonna find this John and he was gonna crack his
I'm counting my time cause my time is my money (Yeah!)
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing (Yeah!)
Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
8:46 i look thru the list
Of children of god police couldn't co exist w
I'm on my Medgar (Evers) & Malcolm (x) shit
Scribe by my lonely uptown in
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
had John shut up
In a dungeon of danger – though he had done no wrong.
John questioned his) life, but Jesus stood by him. Stand by me, Lord,
I’ll follow
thoughts
When I cried about being bullied by
Jim-John Gillott, she said
Buck up
Shut the pluck up and
Get in the back
She'd dreamed of owning a Chevy
down by muddy water
Near the path where her lover would go
Watched moss sway in the live oaks
Swore he'd come he did not show
She ran to find him, in her
you'd want
John Ray Thomas, this is for u daddy!
DAMN, I barely made it through my senior year at Monroe
I'm supposed to be wilding out, happy as hell,
not G. Rest in peace to D.B
Smoke a city, I'm a living legend
Hands down, n***a, no acceptance
Wise up, had to count my blessing
Preach to them like
want you for your soul but I'll settle for all of you
Show me loyalty and love and I'll tear down the walls for you
Feeling like I'm John legend ordinary
with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'ma ride
Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out
with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'ma ride
Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
All aboard America here comes the freedom train
The freedom train is rolling down two hundred
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