Lyrics:
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
me
Made me open up my eyes
I turned around to solve this mystery
And who d'ya think was sittin' next to me?
My sweet Rosalie
Though she always
That night in the southern light,
The girl she took me by the hand
I was weak as a little lamb,
But I became a man
Love was pumping through my
like me
Niggas sweet diabetes they type b
If you aint trying to Shoot nigga fight me
Yo that midget got saved by the bell
Stay with a bitch who look bad
Pretty little girl from St. John's River bend
She was just 15, left down by the freeway's end
It was years ago, and she was pretty as a picture
If
my way, swing my way
For my sexy sexy girl with yo' sexy ahh
I'm a little intimidated by your smile, by your look
I'm a little intimidated by your sexy
Girl! I'm about to make your body glow
Feeling the flow
I'll never let go
From the window to the wall
Until we can't no more
Little by little and piece by
around baby,
I'm gonna walk right outta that door
With my bag in my hand."
John would say, "Hey!"
Well, Maudie, sweet little girl, baby,
Oh Maudie, be
lost in action (don't pass me by)
I want to get your love all ready (come love with me)
For the sweet sensation, instant radiation
You let me hold you
lost in action (don't pass me by)
I want to get your love all ready (come love with me)
For the sweet sensation, instant radiation
You let me hold you
about now
So if you're a little out of tune,
make the perfect sound of you
Listen up
Life is sweet misery
Hit it up
A little mystery
Why don't you
and the situation
When I was a boy about eight years old
There was a certain Rastaman
And he love all the children
And he treated us like a man
Even the little
by, the sunshine
Mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow, mellow day
I, I can't deny the way you caught my eye
I mean something struck and refilled
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
Break
Robbin the game and just doin it for the joint's sake
Career arc tryna be like Keanu on shit
Went from Johnny Utah, dog to John Wick
Bill and Ted
by the railroad tracks
John Deere green my Dairy Queen in a Waffle House hat
Find my hand a little place to land on the small your back
Start leanin in
Gather-me-grandchildren if you love a good mystery
Gather-me-grandchildren for a little church history
It's 2044
You're avoiding our
and the situation
When I was a boy about eight years old
There was a certain Rastaman
And he love all the children
And he treated us like a man
Even the little
he's sweet
But I don't think those fake teeth can rot
You ever read The Little Red Riding Hood?
Well peep the plot
A real Blood wear a little
Red ridin'
He got shot he ain't call the cops (cops)
Mystery like Alfred Hitchcock (yeah)
Boy back on the block, ah ra ra ra
Little John started screaming
Tormented night
Straight out of bed
A cup of coffee
A cigarette
The little birds
They are flying
The sweet children
They are running
John's off
claim divinity’s name remains mystery
He who gain affinity share the same chemistry
God above everything real before anything
Love power make a way
Imma take you
To the sweet spot
Ain't that what
You want
Little mama call me
Big shot
Cause I got what
She want
Cause you know when
We ride
me,
Made me open up my eyes
I turned around to solve this mystery
And who d'ya think was sittin' next to me
My sweet Rosalie
Though she always
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