Lyrics:
We may seem happy
Like everything's alright
But from the outside lookin' in
Everything's uptight
But deep down inside
We're coverin' up
Seen the rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
to halt me
But I can tell you that there is no stopping
Remix after remix
What’s Poppin, Options, Green Lights, ZEZE, stop it
And I put out an album too
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
On the mosty cruel
Henry Hall and David Lloyd betty Grable too
Hello, this is John, speaking with his voice
(Huh) We're all very happy to be able
To talk to you
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
bitch made this shit hot
3rd album I'm bout to drop
Better go cop may just get stopped by a cop
This shit like corn bout to pop
I'm so electrifying I may
think my dad's gone crazy," yeah, Hailie, you right
Dad's always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin' at the mic
You're sober and bored, huh? (I know)
bring
A nation to its knees?
Some say it was your voice had gone
Some say it was booze
They say you killed a country, John
Because of bad reviews
a star
Each person can't go very far;
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings,
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
oh! oOoh
Put your hands in the air now bounce
Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone
I'll tell them my religion's you
When
robberies while chasing their shattered dreams
Coldwater the addicts while they're addicted to paper
Green personalities, the new gets taken in by the game
"Letter to John Pace Seavering from Denis McCleary
Dated 12 June 1936"
Dear John
Yes, I'm writing
After all this time
How's the publishing game
St. John river
Now we truck them up the Tobique river
They're kept alive by life support
Once fifty thousand strong
They're almost gone
The question is
There's an intruder in my house
He cut my phone line, can't dial out (shit)
I scream for police, but I doubt
They're gonna hear me when I shout
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect,
the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
Just some good old boys and good old girls
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
Getting by
know the living's good, so break us off some
Hey, Prester John
You can find us here before we're gone
Ooh, sweet ether
Give me my sweet ether
Those
of my songs
I’m deadly like my name is John
Try the gang & you gone be gone
I’m drippy like gunna, run up & you done up
Bars hit like a motherfucking
engine gone
I am the top selling, who cares?
Stop dwelling, then stop yelling
I'm not yelling, you're yelling
Smart-aleck, goddammit
Fuck is that?
somewhere...
Words and music: john jack jr
2022 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
Each of these
me so
It hurts me so
To know you're gone
To know you're gone
Life couldn't be without u
Couldn't see me without u
But I'll be strong
(Ooh)
Cause that's
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