Lyrics:
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
are the words on Main Street, when John Fifty comes to town)
The gargling non-song whips throng into frenzy
And the echoes of his crooning now cease
night
I was at a party last night, party last night
Now I'm drowning in the cinemas
Sad flicks and what do you do
Everybody knows you as another john doe
knell
My love to you for what it's worth
'Twas Friday night in eighteen eighty eight
By his side was his soulmate
Now John's wife has no one
But two
all by hisself
Saying he's the only one that could exist
Whose God is this?
He said, "I'm here with Jesus"
But Jesus just shook his head, no
So John
put my song on 103 finally sent it through
John said I'm gone make the radio and then I seen the proof
They gone have to respect all my words because I
the soul
And we gonna do it a little somethin'
With three subjects like this
Subject one is about a brother by the name of John
Who was sellin'
'N' drop a song bet ya ass hear it all year
And let's get one thing clear, let's get one thing straight
Came straight up in this bih, move shit up
last with his wife on the 25th.
Well, a little math says that March would be the birth month of
Zacharias and Elizabeth's' baptist son John.
If you look
Perhaps I should explain
He last wrote a good song in 1971
And he never sang a decent thing again
His music in the 80s would
Have sounded like Crowded House
reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born
Impressed by what he just overheard
John was inspired to try
This magical food that ol Benjamin spoke of
As a child John was not much for seafood
But he's
it's TBA
By the way, TBA stands for to be announced
I'm not literally saying my next song's title will be the letters TBA
That would be ridiculous title
like this song that's stuck in my mind
I might hear it repeat yet one last time
Real baby, I love your song
Say, oh my God, I might hear it repeat yet
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Y'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y'all been
Correct me if I'm wrong but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake ass gone
Y'all been warned, about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y'all been
Thank you very much
This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom prison
And last night was the first time I've ever sung this song
I've been born.
I am torn apart 'cause there's no one to brother John.
Left my past, gotta start fresh.
I feel I'm not grown.
Wrote this song about my
Remember that time
We ate sandwiches with a cult
A bee flew by
You jumped up and then you spilled the salt
Or the time on Ben's farm
We were
giant glowing asshole, silhouetted by the last rays of the sunset.
I finally get the song out and it goes pretty good - there may have been a few
John Denver, music by John Denver and Glen D Hardin
still apply to me, they all make sense in time
Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no
What songs would Elvis be singing
If he was alive today?
Would Bruce have given him Fire?
Would John Fogerty drop by to play?
But is it too much
me long time but someting Wong
(Chorus)
Fuck that b*tch that did me wrong
Imma have a new b*tch by the end of this song
She all up on a n*gga, like
.JPG/232px-Elton_John_2011_Shankbone_2_(cropped).JPG "Elton John")
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