Lyrics:
to John Connor
He would like me
We could have shared a remarkable friendship
I never intended any harm, I'm so sorry
Please accept my apologies for
Any
I got the plan, man, meet me in the van
I got this kid from the Sudan bringin tecs from Iran (uh-huh)
Chorus
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so
pulling them out of their Pathfinders
It makes me want to scream, but I just chill by the end of the week
How many punks must I kill?
I'm sicking up
stand here by my side
Lets go
The world is cold and dark
But our love will be the light
Cuz your beautiful
Your my everything
When I'm down you make
Better rapper than your fave
Tell me who gon say what
Hella actors on a stage
Telling you they came up
I got Koolz, I got Scofield
Your mood done changed
Sitting at my mom's dreaming
About paychecks with loot
My ex-girl's boobs
And how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops)
I'm interrupted by the door knock
john drawers, long john stalls
Any stank puss' make my long john pause
Women on their cell making long john calls
And if they like to juggle, get long
dawg this ain't no John Mayer
It's the Chron Playa with the long hair
Let me hop on the beat and I will become a song slayer
My flow stay as tight
and what do I find?
But some warm long johns in the Wintertime
Warm long johns, so cozy and tight
Warm long johns, will make it alright
Seventy-two degrees
the wrong tune make me
Pull out them instruments
I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten
Fucking with my bass I get it
Drumming with a nine then
Get ate
then. Paul, since I traveled the country for 3 years, 'n they said they could not understand me. Maybe I could make a good rock star. I don't know. Heh
alone,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama's gone
Little John say what a fool I be,
Hot tone woman make a monkey outa me,
Life gets lonesome
john drawers, long john stalls
Any stank puss' make my long john pause
Women on their cell making long john calls
And if they like to juggle, get long
by line, and take your time
You thought the day would never come
Never ever thought that you
Would be reading, "Dear John"
By the time you read
music turns to greatest memes
Don't put me behind bars and think that I ain't got nobody
You'd be wrong, I'm Michael Scofield, I got my body
If you offer
, seventeen, in an all black suit
Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew
Giving half-heart apologies
For watching while they bottled me
Or running
Got no hesitation
Make them levatating by my clip
My kay devastating
Cut your circulation
Underestimating me is a fluke
Up from my hip when i blow
or you gonna freeze
My horse's name Ferrari
Just throw me the keys
I don't need no whisky
I got Sprite in the bottle
Yeah that bass so thick
It make my
a minister
To call me a groom
But I'm rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Rattled by the rush
Argh
Oh
Ah
No soap in
Astronaut, take off
John Travolta (face off)
In the kitchen, have a bake off
She gon' snort her whole damn face off
Cubans on me like I'm Castro
Hit your
up in my joint and my pocket when we rolling
Call my wristwatch elsa the way this shit be frozen
No, No, No you ain't make me
Been on my own grind
house in New Jersey
My drummer has the messiest house in New Jersey
His house makes me think about
All the things in life you can live without
Like
And he will baptize you in fire and the Holy Spirit.
Jesus makes his way down to the river's edge
And stands with those seeking to be cleansed
One by
Bury me in gold
Ima be a G til the day I die
You can count on me
I ain't ever lie
You suppose to be here by my side
Chilling smoking weed on the west
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