Lyrics:
Johnny Mathis
For Mathis lovers this album has his style
Beautiful numbers are heard on the car radio
After all records are cut in the recording studio
Immature, yeah I always cried
Me and John both wanted to make an album so we just compromised
We meet in the middle and we're criticized
All that talk, all
It started March of sixty-four
Many years ago
We were hired by Johnny Cash
To open up his show
Four boys, a worn out Cadillac
With a road map
Keeping you company
Well getting on the record soon
Grooving on an afternoon
That's on my album too
This album cover
Looks similar like Johnny
Mami I'm a pig, I'm a flop from the start and you already know it
You said I'm like trash, I'm a pest, got no cash and you cannot control it
Why you
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cash, I’ma hustle everyday
I was always taught, I ain’t gon’ never get my way
We gon’ put a nine, uh, r-i-p to K
I had a album that was made, and two
tranquilize a horse
i'll bet a million in cash
against your stash
coz i think mine's better than yours
the boy said "my name's johnny and you ain't smoked
your mind to understand
I need your soul, it makes me a better man
With you by my side
I'd have a chance
Just hold me like Johnny Cash
When I lost
which song should be
Released as a single
From his sophomore album, Dreams
Worth More Than Money
Which he's scheduled to complete within the
Week because
I got an orange duffle bag full of straps, uh huh huh
Cocaine blues, Johnny Cash, uh huh huh
Harmonica on the train for some money
Zero pennies in my
option number 5
She Holly, and I'm her Tommy, her wallet is full of Johnnies
Honestly, I'm appalled by the cash she bring around me, yeah
What's a flex? I
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
Every man has to come to a crossroad somewhere along the way.
Johnny Cash came to his crossroad in a place called Nickajack Cave.
Little white
to the Beatles
Johnny Cash to The Beaters
Put it all up in the pot and
That's what's coming through your speakers
I'm trying to be a legend
They tell me it'll come
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in
Church bottleneck
Hah
I'm that new age, Johnny Cash
Nasty chip up on my shoulder
Pick your favorite country rapper
Everybody know I'm golden
Got
up, I'm the young Johnny Cash, money
Make gas, motherfucker, that's gas money (ayy, woo, ayy)
I think I'm Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them
or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewing baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Let me get a outlaw
tranquilize a horse,
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash,
'cause I think mines better than yours."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny,
and you ain't
Brooklyn fast-talker
Big jewelry-sporter, sippin Johnny Walker
She bought me this drink, she's flashin her cash
She passin me hints like she want to give me
Throw your suitcase in the back
(Whoa)
Done gassed up the Pontiac
(Whoa)
Blastin' out to Johnny Cash
Headin' for the highway
Baby, we ain't ever
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