Lyrics:
I loved but now it seems so strange
It's all so different I guess everything has to change
[Chorus:]
Johnny 7 now where are you
Johnny 7 help me see
at my eyes it's hard to decide
'Cause I get so high (I get so high)
Put it on God and try not to lie
We gotta get by (we gotta get by)
First
of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think
(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)
Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but
I don't know why
Why we try
We are lost forever
Lost together
There is a place where we belong
But for now our time has gone
Along the way I
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
(Halleluja Jesus, halleluja!)
Now here's the prop, turnaround jumper
Hits the rim bounce away, the new slave trade
Manchild, six feet five, but
I just want y'all to know that money change others
More than the receiver of it and
Fame level, the shadiness varies out, to be in public
Fuck
We the motherfuckin' best
You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise
You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high
Do it, do it, I'ma
Run
Why are you standing still?
You always have no energy
So don't tell me to chill
Frozen
Desolate
The emptiness is apparent
And now you stand there
can't take back, anything that ive already done
And I can't change now, the damage is already done
With one last look, of you picture sitting by my side
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
a break, take that holiday.
It still may not change how this goes.
Now and then, these predicaments that drag me straight back in.
I often wonder what
decided to sleep by the do'
Open my mind, try to slip inside my grandpa's fo'
Driftin' off into another stage of life
*** paid you price and big homies
must fall
Now the industry can't stop me
A vendetta to make the whole game better
They get the cheddar
All I got is a fuckin' letter
What I owe?
shamed faces
Man, y'all look at me like y'all grew up
In the same places
Scams and dirty work came up on
A day to day basis
Now they gotta re-up
look
All gathered around, bounce to the funk
Got the whole club stink with
The aroma of the skunk
Now, bang it out the trunk, nigga
Ain't nothing change
shamed faces
Man, y'all look at me like y'all grew up
In the same places
Scams and dirty work came up on
A day to day basis
Now they gotta re-up
One more try
We have too far to stop, now
Yeah, Dilla
One more try
It is all that we have now
Two DJ's, one microphone
We freestyle, we write
mean the same to you
Now I know
The meaning of lonely
You were the one to hold me close
You were the one to get inside
Picked up pieces
Try
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
her with the game, so she could shake those lames
And try to take her change, I told her make yo' name
And turn the tables on 'em, I call her DJ
true
So surprising how it catches you
I wanna learn more about me
I've been sinking like a setting stone
And now the dreams are realising it's true
is now compellin me, to explain the silence
Why my last jam was so violent
It's simple, Cypress Hill will teach reality
No beatin around the bush,
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