Lyrics:
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Money, money, day and night
You got to pay and pay
Well, I tell you honey, it just ain't right
To let
gave her
One, two and three
Said: "Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am your love
Lost John Reilly"
Said: "Weep no more
My own dear true love
I am
by
The music
No, I don’t know the words to my own song
I always get ‘em wrong
It’s so embarrassing
Yeah, I just make it all up as I go along
Sort
full of doors
I got lost, now I'm so far behind
Took so much advice
Forgot my own mind
Trapped
Trapped in a world that I never made
We can't
by myself
Louie the bag
Gucci the belt
All on my own
Did it all by myself
Louie the bag
Gucci the belt
All on my own
Did it all by myself
Louie the bag
tell is this real or are you faking
In a room debating my own hallucinations
I need some more of you get me out this situation
When I took the first
arms so strong
And kisses he gave her one two three
Said weep no more my own true love
I am your long lost John Riley
Said weep no more my own true
I'm my own greatest nemesis
Shoutout to Nas cause this is my genesis
tried to sell me their religion.
We talked for awhile as my eggs got cold
About what their faith believes,
They said they were convinced by what they'd
and snatch
Shine like the gym, untied tims
Bad bitch pulling on my limbs
Telling all her friends it's him! Feeling like a Don
Grab her by the hand and get
get a crowd around me, make a name for my block
People told me "keep flowing," they ain't want me to stop
Was back when Big Nose John was my human beat
the Chevy's spraying rounds through the glass
See you laying face down in the grass and I'll laugh
Ha, cause that's the end of the saga
The end of my problems,
The look that came into your eyes
It kind of took me by surprise
And you can't have not known
I'd be here on my own
Stay all night, I dare you
Look
like head smooth with holes of nine
The witch returning
To bring fresh warning
And down the well
He casts the beast
So many years go by and John
get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime (hmm)
My time as shorty was full of car chases (woo)
While runnin' with John Gotti's
please save me, this is raving
Take me home to my baby, two bags of mushrooms
Room's mushed up and I need a cradle
In its own little way, my body was
of my lingo
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took
please save me, this is raving
Take me home to my baby, two bags of mushrooms
Room's mushed up and I need a cradle
In its own little way, my body was
hand
To stop em' that a man to stand up even add a camera
They won't be James Holmes, and they won't be Adam Lanza
A John Malvo, I'll flow loud for my
of Room 15 was orchestrated by a much larger force than we previously anticipated
Bugus B. Bugler was broke once again, allowing John Pussy to escape
expeditions, me and my girlfriend here. And we just had a couple of basic questions. We don't even know much about it ourselves, but I'm sure, you sound like
now free
Unless the rhyme was rocked by me
I got the balls to bang (baw ba-ba-baw, ba-ba-baw, ba-baw bang)
Yeah, steady, just doing my thang (steady,
It's time to face the music (oh)
A stay of execution
No more distribution (the fuck you doin'?)
You did this to me
I'm right back on my
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
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