Lyrics:
to be alright
Quiet is good most of the time
If you're not experienced in this
John Lennon is really good to listen to
Elliot Smith
Roger Eno's Between
lifestyle, John Lennon
Riding with me, chopper by my side and am gon die with it
I'm really high up off this joint I'm with some fly women
Got people telling
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Just to get by, just to get by
Ask him why some people got to live in a trailer, cuss like a sailor
I paint a picture with the pen like Norman Mailer
Man I really, really rock hard
John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, Imma rock star
Might paint the picture, feel like Picasso
Drop 'cid, get lit with my eyes
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
of life's relentless test
The man stumbled and faltered like all the rest.
But in the depths of his darkness he found a spark
A glimmer of hope to mend his
many tyrants have had their day
Their infamous reputations well earned
Lessons still unlearned
And while Lennon returned from Central Park
He came upon
Paso’s rap scene
Call me John like Imma legend and shit
And let it be like John Lennon and shit
Damn
I know I’m in love, cause when I hit, it hits
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn
I took his wretched life
Now I'm over by the bandstand
innocent till I'm proven guilty
Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin
Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
I'm hurtin, your person, I'm
Born in the U.K.
Then you see it happen again
The world turned over
Wouldn't it be something to live
Your Life On Mars
Or at least demanding
Of some
Pushin over the limit
Rockin them shades like I'm John Lennon
You can imagine where I'm headed
Praying for my life to get to heaven
But it feels like
, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well, he
John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn
I took his wretched life
Now I'm over by the bandstand
I'ma live my life like it's my last days
Don't believe in slow, I'm movin' fast paced
Ain't no Tom and Jerry 'round here, ain't no rat race
This is
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
and your twice chipped teeth?
If it's the case it was laced, it was wrong when you were with me
I hate john lennon cause you love him
But when I hear
parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of
Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota
Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He
parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of
Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota
Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He
never said "Let them eat cake"
That was put on her long after her execution day
Well John Wayne was a nazi and
John Lennon beat the shit out of his wife
screen is backlit, think I can handle it
Channel energy through positive course
So by the end of my life I will hold zero remorse
When cold rigor mortis
writin') John the Revelator
wrote the book of the seven seals
Look, God walked down the hill one day
Called Adam by his dame
And Adam wouldn't answer
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