Lyrics:
Anybody got any special requests for us to do
John Henry?
Lemme do John Henry then and we'll go...
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He
suppose what you doin' with your nose in the white, ain't nobody business but your own
Whole time I'm livin' by the code
Roll tide, crimson spillin' out
from the cold,
Lord, Lord, look away.
I've seen history, Robert E. Lee, and Johnny Reb hold his head up high;
They can tear me down, down, down,
But
like tsunami tides in my eyes
Never getting dry so I get high smoke in the day then I sleep with the light on
Weeks pass in the blink of an eye
Used to drive by
I would drive high
To this place, used to pray it was high tide
Got me wide-eyed
I would drown away drown away drown away and away yea
A battle is brewing, immense in might
Novaterra's grim tide, a dance of death and life
Beneath the Moons, pale as a knife
Two sides clashing, by hate
the break It's drawing me in now with every wave
I left my heart by the ocean
Cuz I love to ride off that high and emotion Dance through the tide going up
concepts
Abandoned buildings loom like shipwrecks
In the ebbing tide
And ain't it obvious
By now
There ain't no me and you
Never was
Don't have to be
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
Don't ask why
Im up in the sky
I past by
Leaving a high
Bye bye American Pie
Leaving my slice, I wasn't sigma pi phi
I had the wings, I hit the air
to the store for some more baking soda
Yo, yo, yo, get your fuckin', yo this made of glass, man
Get your big Avias off my mom's table man
The fuck is wrong
a daddy whose in the mix
And I'm be a husband who stays legit
And I pray that I'm an artist who rises above
The road that is wide and filled with self
bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is
(Became a joke on the dunes)
Where rents are high
And seabirds cry
On the dunes
As you spoke you must have known
It was a kind of homicide
I stood
It's just a television wonderland
It's one more fairytale about a rich bitch
Lying by the swimming pool
Life is so cool
Easy living when you make
Who's Johnny?
Oh God, this is like that movie Citizen Kane
You know, where later you find out "Rosebud" was a sled
But we'll never know who Johnny was
In all the ways I don't know how
I get caught up in the high
And surrender to you
The movement is a perfect swell
I'm taken by the tide
And surrender
The sand sweep across your feet, it swallows you limb by limb
High tide's approaching, with a calling for salvation
bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is
high on the tide when you are passing by
Please let me know
Is it for real or is it just a show?
Love is a pleasure and love is the pain
You lose
you're still here by my side
Taking care of everything
Meet me where the tide is high
And the sun is shinin'
Kiss me and make my head
Turn around
The lights Go off
It's turning too feisty
Feel
The Breath
Your Sweat is so salty
So I'm not the only one
As the high tide rises to the Lapland
There must be
through low and high tide, I know
I'll be by your side through low and high tide, I know
When love is a moment, most precious, you own it
'Cause there's
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