Lyrics:
this?
Bellhop takes his flashlight, takes john up to his room
Va-va-va-voom this is a sweet life, anthrax on the couch
We're here to entertain you,
time for farmer's daughters.
Alienated from the clique society,
A lonely boy finds peace in fishing.
His mother says John this is not the way life's
buildin' a wall that no one could break
Flip by flip, glad I could help so you could be straight
And life's a trip, but who could relate?
The legends are
And watch Momma cry?
Have I thrown my future away?
Played my last football game?
It all seems so strange
How in just one night
Your whole life can change.
I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled
of St. Mary-Le-Bow now
He never lived to see the day
That old busker John Joe May
When his story was told the whole world round
Legend has he was a man
you work with noticed the signs
When you walk in the room
It gets noticeably quiet
So you break up the silence, you say you've been at the gym
But
woke up on the wrong side of his bed
And it just don't matter now
As little by little we gave you everything you ever dreamed of
Little by little
a
Snake over by the lake
And it looked like he's really, really hurt
He was lyin' in the dirt
Oh, we went it as fast as we could run
But we lost little John
after all
We can be legends, we can be legends
We can be legends after all
We can be legends, we can be legends
Stand up and shout it out if you
of lies
John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his
dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy provided
Memories divided by perception
Will it be water for
And you've got us feelin' alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your
John met me down on the boulevard
Cry on his shoulder 'cause life is hard
The waves came in over my head
What you been up to, my baby?
I haven't
It’s Johnny Apple seed planting mother fucking genius. John Legend linguist-ic artistic mother fucking mean kid. And when say fuck you, I mean it. I
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How
collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose - So I turned her loose -she was screaming.
And a foreign student said to me - was it
Little by little, by little, by little, by little
Little by little, by little, by little, by little
You're messing up my life, tearing me apart
the last (last) day (day)
Of my life (of my life, of my life, of my life)
Party like it's the last (last) day (day)
Of your life (of your life, of your
you work with noticed the signs
When you walk in the room
It gets noticeably quiet
So you break up the silence, you say you've been at the gym
But
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little
You're messing up my life, tearing me apart
in the stars it was coiled
Rocket man John a tale to unfold
Sent to space his destiny foretold
With a helmet on and a capsule to roam
A journey
own
Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone
For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose
My Rose of San Antone (smilin' John
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