Lyrics:
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
the evening
Right
(It'll be nine o'clock soon, John)
(Okay, we're rolling, whenever you're ready, on three)
Three
One, two, three, two, two, three
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in
Everybody's talkin' about hard times
Of course I have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see I recently got married,
I hope that means you are wishing me well and not
me
The same way that the rain falls
I ain't gon' lie, you got it all, all, all, all, all of me
Uh, loves all of you
Like I'm John Legend
piece of country heaven
Where we turn it up to eleven
Uncle John's farm is a place we can go
Where no one will stand in our way
And you'll love Aunt
you, I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, and not his bank account
So if this is what religion is, a big car, a suit and a tie
Then I
Message well, eh, what we like to hear most
Is one of our songs, you know
Taking shape in
A recording studio, ah, one of the ones
What John and I have
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city is sick
Say she love me,
never won
So who are we fighting for
We're refugees of love
How am I to tell
Were all battles waged in the name of love
I know you too well
Your weapons
a virgin just to save face
I too am so ashamed on bended knees
Prayin' to my pretty white Jesus
Brother John Paul convinced himself of his wisdom
Mmm, they're rottin' my brain, love
These hoes are the same
I admit it, another ho got me finished
Broke my heart, oh, no, you didn't
Fuck
Written by John Mellencamp
Go on and admit it
You can't take it anymore
So why don't you quit it
Your scratching off again
Can't you see it
Well
and his the silver string
Well, it might just be John Doe
Well, I don't know where
I'm gonna sleep tonight
Please tell me, can you spare
A pillow for
Our houses are protected by the good Lord and a gun
And you might meet 'em both if you show up here not welcome, son
Our necks are burnt, the roads
Shit, fuck, shit
Boy, huh
Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, but see, me, it was a goat
If you want space, I hope you take your helmet off soon
licked, gobble 'em up, trick, yummy
Bitch, you don't fucking think that I know that you suck dick, dummy?
You'll get your butt kicked, fuck all that love
Words by Christopher Cross and John Bettis
Music by Christopher Cross and Michael Omartian
We all know how the story begins
How we fall so easily
If you follow John or Paul
And could you ever let it be
The Mary of it all
And even as I'm climbing up the stairs
Well, life lines and suicide
the suburbs to the hood
May you judge us by our hearts and not by our mistakes
And see that we get a breakthrough however long that it takes
May you fill
lovin' like a flower needs the rain
Sometimes when they'd have an argument
He'd take her by the hand and say,
"Maudie, you know I love you
You know I
the Harlem struggle,
All in my swagger that's the reason why I got my hustle,
I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher,
I got you caught in
down
Sing 'til the power of the Lord comes down
Thank you so much God for this opportunity
In Jesus name, we pray, amen
I am what I am
And that
John this year
Ball like Lebron this year
Stormz got a platinum plaque
But you mad I'm getting bronze this year, yeah
They wanna buy the flavors
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