Lyrics:
to toe with the foes, new and old
Basic hoes try to cage him like the po
When I run, don't chase me
And I don't know who house to call home lately
I
raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad
man!
They took care of me, they put, he put clothes on my back, he put food in my stomach
You know he helped me with microphones, and recording
raised
Got into it with dude who still tried to live out his old wild out days
They never had no probs
Somehow they rubbed each other wrong like a bad
Divine mysteries up close
I can't say that I'm feeling that much at all
Twenty seven years old
I am discussed with desire by the guys who conspire
from my bed,
A bed where I never deep rest, a bed where I'm always depressed.
A bed with the human old press,
A bed for a tomb where I slept,
A bed in
I am the ghost of the late John Malone
I was taken down by those in power who tried to steal my home
They had no business being there, they had no
would fly so fast, it don't last
I still hear that old sweet song
A simple melody calling me back home
Where the love grows pure and strong
That's where
whiskey and bad company first made a wretch of me,
Oh young men, a warning by me take and shun all piracy.
John Roberts and Tony Barrand sings The Flying
blueprints
One eye filled with night
Oh come with me, my little one
We will find that farm
And grow us green grass and apples there
And if by chance I wake
lonesome|And It makes wonder how the old folks are at home||CHORUS|Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines|But the song of the south is
with the thumb down
Such is life, such is happiness
Hibiscus flowers, they grow everywhere here
If you wear one, put it behind your ear
Down in
me no mind
Told the bitch play with Sega, don't play with my mind
Take DaBaby away I'm still John, that lil' nigga gon' stay on his grind
I got all
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
she wanna hear is Waka
She jerk when I move like
Her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, soul like I'm Phonte
Old-school J's like Beyoncé's fiancé
of the African
Or should I say the mother, bringin' us back again
From the drummin' on the Congo
We came with a strong flow and continue to grow
Feet move,
Well it's raining, it's pouring
You didn't bring a sweater
Nebraska'll never let you come back home
Now on Hollywood and Vine
By the Thrifty
tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy
And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me
I reminisce how I miss a stare in this
to curse the states
Like "Fuck You!"
I kill for my sons with guns, like I'm John Q
Now get celled in hell
The Buddha-blessed smoke
Endorsed by the DLs,
don't want me to go back to the old K
You don't want me to go back to my old ways
New girl pussy tight like a glove damn I feel like OJ
It's Kazo not
stuck in 2 time zones)
Hey, mm, hey
I'm all alone
Don't know which way to go
Leave me alone
If you can't help me grow
Where do I call home
Stuck between 2
You see the whiskey
Had them girls feelin' frisky
You was with me, she said
"Who's your sensei?"
And even if they wanna get busy
And freaky like Missy
get up with you in like three months
Word, absence will make the heart grow
With that said, I ain't around like my old combs
And I be drinking all
waitin' for me
I get it started for you, I get it started for you
Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was waitin' for me
[Method Man]
Yo, yo,
.jpg/208px-John_Lennon_1969_(cropped).jpg "John Lennon")
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