Lyrics:
on the floor
See I've been drowning in a life without no passion
Coping with this drink and I know it's tragic
I wanna feel real life
I want some real kisses,
where we go
By the evening we catching vibes
Hmm hmm
We wake up in the morning just chill and relaxin
Grab a six pack
And listen to Jack Johnson
The only
Chevy (haa)
Call me Bumpy Johnson, I got hit up and kept on steppin' (uh)
Lucky Luciano where I'm from, I make shit happen (it's Dolph)
Pull up foreign
another's gain so we gotta grab something
Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to
And sorry for the things I put my baby's mama through
I feel
Reginald Lewis
The black billionaire
Before Oprah or Bob Johnson
How'd he disappear?
Conspiracy theories, UFO's in the air
I've seen it with my own two
no longer with you
In the physical, not even sure if I believe in God
But because you still alive
He got me praying that the spiritual is real
So I
Verse 1
Feel like Harry Potter keep a stick for the Golden snitch
Nigga I aint cappin we Shoot clips like we Ryan Lynch
I'mma keep real with
plans
Have you ever been touched by his hands
I mean in real life like physically touched
Ive been thinking and I think Im bout to mentally bust
The book
authentic ya understand me
Real recognize real
I know that's what makes you so mad
The games still the same it's just lames got a voice now
The internet came
and see the burn marks
You gone know that I ain't in a gang when you look at me and I'm by myself Rod
Bitch you know I keep them things
Got one in my pocket
Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town
I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had
I had to skip the baby steps
You sucking titty milk
You niggas softer than ladies breast
I'm the real deal I got it fixed like a 80's bet
I had to pay
get too close cause when you close can’t see the whole thing
Blinded by emotions
So it's no new friends, I'mma hit you wit the "who you?"
Two two’s,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
things
You should keep doing all of them I think
Oh yeah my name's Hobo Johnson I'm a rapper
I'm actually not a rapper, I like to say a musician
I play
on my feet
Life on my knees
Trouble ain't nothin'
But another damn thing to me
I've been up
And I've been down
And I've been beat
And pushed
Take your time, baby, don't you rush a thing
Don't you know I know we all are struggling
I know it is hard, but we will get by
And if you don't
Take your time, baby, don't you rush a thing
Don't you know I know we all are struggling
I know it is hard, but we will get by
And if you don't
Friends
I've got friends
Friends
I've got friends
Don't you be ashamed of how you feel when someone
Lends you a helping hand
Because
in berlin?
I don't live in berlin.
Where do you live?
I live in texas.
Texas?
Texas.
Oh I see, lyndon johnson lives in texas too, does he not?
I know,
is inevitable
It's a good thing - we humans are adaptable
Gotta grab life by the blasted horns
Don't let it punk you - make it yours
We all go through
can you dig it kid
And niggas saying that they tough but ion feel that shit
Ain’t no running when I’m at your wig
And like escape hits
You ain’t got no
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
inside
Gradually clearing my mind
I ain't got no reason to hide
I've got real Gs
By my side
I'm at peace
I'm free
I'm healing inside
Gradually clearing my
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