Lyrics:
a friend of his?
Mouth him back to John and show this nigga, just who the winner is
The presence of a small town, I diminish and blemishes
I'm'a play yo'
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
and washing it clean
Rebuilding I mean, letting it grow green - what a scene
I'm somewhere between Jesus and Charlie Sheen
Eric Clapton in Cream and John Mayer
Toronto, the concrete jungle shines so bright
And in Calgary, the Rocky Mountains touch the sky (oh-oh)
[Chorus]
Oh, Canada, you're the place I call home
show
Drinkin' beer, screamin, "Sing 'Shove It'"
You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place
With his coat made of camel
trying to do my bit
I ain't got the patience or the time to waste
Call me a rock star you can spit in my face
Gonna take a horse to drag me outta my bed
The jokes on you jack
Who the fuck you gonna call
When ya shit towed, by the repo
Can’t tell you girl so she the sin n folled
Now you getting played like
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
During an earthquake, urine in your face
'Cause you're fake, ah, what the fuck? That hurt, wait
Ah, what the fuck? I just got struck by lightning
1 A.M., 2 missed calls, and 3 sheets to the wind
You're tryin' to find a better line than "Hey, girl, how ya been?"
You're sittin' at home, all
1 am, 2 missed calls, 3 sheets to the wind
Youu0027re trying to find a better line then hey girl how you been
Youu0027re sitting at home all alone
Another Christmas day
Will come and go away
But I got so far to go
But I wanna go home
I need to go home
Maybe surrounded by
Strangers
the last time I did this?) Hmm, not since our wedding shower
I got home and I was greeted by the fact we'd been deleted
I was someone that my wife
Was his foot background in a tourist's shot,
And his face framed by those old roman leaves,
Dead-center on the front of a five spot.
Abraham
I can still smell your perfume on my pillowcase
Hear you singing to John Mayer in my car
I can touch you in my dreams that I have late at night
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
the tears begin to flow
Cause I pass by every place we used to meet
And when I'm home alone
My friends call me on the phone
They all say that you will not
Two gyal on my side, me in the middle
Into a foreign like Lidl
Bad B I call her a smiggle, yeah, she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P., left her brain in
grand,
Together they face the storms, they ride for the brand.
Verse 1:
John Dutton stands a guardian, his gaze stern and wide,
With a heart forged by
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
I met a little girl sitting in the front
Pardon me miss for seeming quite so blunt
But your beauty and your presence
Just took me by surprise
by the door
Say it's time to change our places
And get down on the floor
Kill 'em, baby
Daddy's all gone
He's just half way home
He's holding
But then you just turn around
Hello
My name is John Doe
I've been wandering for too long
Trying to find my way back home
Hello
My name is John Doe
I'll
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