Lyrics:
believe
The silver linings aren't all stolen
Nothings wrong, just need to go for a drive
Window down, radio up, so I can clear my mind
Queue up some Jack
go astray I'm hanging in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?
Can't turn back my eyes on the prize
I got nothing
They say they like it, now, but in the market it
May not go well as it's too laid back.
You need some oomph-papa, nothing like
Frank Zappa
put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man Johnson's farm
Now rainy days never turned me on
But something about
take my supper, eat it down by the sea
Gave my baby twenty, forty good reasons
Couldn't find any better ones in
The morning at three
Rain gonna come but
a well-established fact"
He said, "I recommend a fifth of Jack and a bottle of Prozac"
Oh yeah
What can you give a man who has everything?
Can you give him
this bar!
By two o'clock, when the bars are already closed down, BILLY had broken 'THE BIG NEWS' to ETHELL. And with dust and boulders everywhere,
Yo, what's up?
This is G-Love coming at you live out here from California,
Even though I'm Philly born and bred
And I got my man Jack Johnson
Jack Johnson in the studio today - we just got out of the surf
my man, Jack, tell 'em what time it is...
(uh, com 'on)
sweeping
across my name
My fate is decided by kangaroo court
It's insane
Tin soldiers marching in flame
What's my name
Jack of spades
Outside my window
Is
all of you guys say
Whether I'm not around
Or I left the room
Just wasting away
But if you need me
I'll be
In my room
Listening to
Jack Johnson's
just sit there and stare
Now drink that drink and smoke that smoke
Old mister johnson turns blue and starts to choke
Somebody slap him on the back
Now
and listening to songs at night
To walk and stroll the capital streets at dawn
and then go home by boat
Summertime with jack johnson’s songs
and her tan,
fucked over by someone who said they fuck with you
The drugs in you got you feelin' gassed
If you make it to 30, I'll give you 30k in cash
She throwin'
and listening to songs at night
To walk and stroll the capital streets at dawn
and then go home by boat
Summertime with jack johnson’s songs
and her tan,
arms locked with a suave buccaneer
Jack's breaking heart could be heard 'cross the south
All the way down to Atlanta
Fueled by a rage he struck them
People keep talkin' 'bout Hov take it back
I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that?
Ain't nothing cool 'bout carryin' a strap
'Bout worryin'
restless niggas might snatch ya necklace
And next these niggas might jack ya Lexus
Somebody tell these niggas who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley
can ride on some niggas for nothing at all
Even if we cool with 'em, fuck 'em let's go get 'em
LBC in this motherfucker cause
I had to show these
Bullets blow bad, brother, back to back, I slam
Bread and butter, break beats to Bamm-Bamm
Jump off the gym before I jack my johnson
I jam like Janet,
that neck, not playing with a full deck
Make a nigga sweat below the waist line by my johnson
Where my tools kept, who I be? The code name PMD
Good evening
Police do not try to adjust your radios
There is nothing wrong
We have takin' control over this city
As to bring you this special
they see ya man passing
I'm in the Aston Martin, unforgivable blackness beg your pardon
All my Jack Johnson nigga, all my shows sell tix like Boston
still is the same
The table stands empty by the edge of the stream
But farewell Angelina, the sky's changing colors, and I must leave
The jacks
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