Lyrics:
was thinking that night about Elvis
Day that he died, day that he died
He was all alone in a long decline
Thinking how happy John Henry was that he
AWOL ONE FT. GEL ROC (THE CLOAKS) - ODORLESS
PRODUCED BY PIGEON JOHN
HOOK X2
ODORLESS AND TASTELESS
VERSE 1 (AWOL)
WALKING IN THE PLACE LIKE DUMP
the lighter
Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off
It's money on it, until them young niggas don on it
Devour the snitches, you get on, you born
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
somethin I need yuh mama
I did a really dumb thing to bring you drama
I was just frontin with all the glamma
Roc-a-wear, sean john, dolce gabbana
On di
still bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts, drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light-year
Wet from here
a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!
[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get
wreck this shit
Nigga hide the blunt, I smell the piff
While I'm tippin' corners, I'm rollin' with foreigners
My hoes be Brazilian, Sicilian, Honduras
back, light some blunts
Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass
And turn the music up
As we take yo' ass on a ride as Redman goes wild on W K Y A
Gilla
father Druillettes pray for
Sick Ojibway families
These whitefish leaped into the nets
Of Alexander Henry
Welcome home, every bird is singing
Welcome
a $1000 blunt, smoke it 'til there ain't no ashes
Keep choppers in my trunk and Bibles on my dashes
Who wanna boot it for me? You don't wanna do that homie
(President's) favor because a nap made him late
The Depression ruined Charles Curtis' effort
John Garner was against a bigger Supreme Court
Henry Wallace was
Lazer beam glock
what's a bird to a brother with a flock, wha?
They got some nerve
To even try and shit a turd
On John J, flap a nigga
hold it gently when they do you wrong
But when you hear John Henry's solemn hammer song
God give you strength like turpentine
And darling you're
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
a blunt, in the hurricane to get me through
Examine the fact, I took Thor's hammer from Cap
No silicone in the cone, this is natural rap
Technology
winter
Been a long winter
Meant to die out at sea
John Henry’s got nothing on me
This point I’ll work for free
Bury me outside of town
Where the boats put
winter
Been a long winter
Meant to die out at sea
John Henry’s got nothing on me
This point I’ll work for free
Bury me outside of town
Where the boats put
kids having themselves a ball
Up on stage they looked like giants
Especially one dude so defiant
He sat behind the drums and he had a mustache
John Henry
Hello
Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle...
Lawrence Sterne: Hello
Mary Wolstencraft: Vindicated!
Jane Austen: Here I am!
Sir Walter Scott:
Sat in the boozer, friends by our side
We have it all in the Summertime
We won't be losers, we won't be denied
We have it all in the Summertime
John
work until you die
Mr. CEO invested your pension in a pack of lies
Hey, Hey, Hey ho
Mr CEO - Ya gotta go
Hey John Henry, don't ya swing your hammer
the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay
Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray
Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae
Tipping
to the cookout
I be rolling I be blazing
Eyes low, like A asian
Roll A blunt, light it, face it
Life is great I feel amazing
Ain't the one with all that
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