Lyrics:
Most of the favorite memories of
My boyhood days in Arkansas
Are scattered around an old wood stove
At a place we call John's
It was just an old tar
My friend seen my message
My friend seen my message
My friend seen my message, OMG
My friend seen my message
My friend seen my message
My friend seen
Alcohol makes me look nice
But they be like
Oh my god I should listen to my friends advice
We are all fuck'd up. Stop fucking lyin'
Don't sen a LOL while
I left a message by your door
Got a chrome 44
Get the message, come out and get the message
It won't even be a war, no beef no more
Get the message
Me and my crew in a little tour show
Learned to flip the door with the money we've got.
The blocks stay hot getting knocked it's on
Till one by
and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, my nigga, let me ask this question
cold
And ain’t nobody know
My expression has a message
And the message is in code
They don’t know
They be switching sides
Like eeny meeny miny moe
I was
Yeah, yeah
Messages I wrote
You don't even know the half of it
I'm pouring out my soul
Take apart my heart then wake me
Back up when I'm old, yeah
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket (blaow)
Melons get
Go, best friend
Love it when I call you best friend, oh yeah
No textin'
They already get the message, oh yeah
No stressin'
If I got you by my
now would be a sin
I need my five more minutes of radiation
I need John’s Glory of True Love
(love you John)
I need by JP meditation
Just thinking about
gotta run
They right on my tail
Time for some fun
Ain't no time to exhale
They thought I was dead
Saved by a friend
Cause they missed they shot
Now
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
himself
Friends kill me with John
Friends kill me with John
Friends kill me with John
My guilty come to me, I punish you such a crime
By binding you in
Fuckin in strawberry Fields
Yoko like like no other
Feeling like John Lennon feeling like John Lennon
Octopus gardens I am the walrus Ringo my Star
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
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 in
interruptions
The revolution will not show you pictures
Of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading a charge by John Mitchell
General Abrams & Mendel Rivers
To eat hog
John, woah
Dear John, woah
Dear John, woah
Dear John, woah
Dear John, woah
Where do we go from here now, my friend
Our valleys have eroded down to dust
message'll mess up by the end
They'll hear that dababy's da future while I'm da fuckin' friend
Sheesh, I don't mean to look
You just hotter than bobby when he
Zappa, I, ah, am astounded at the courtesy and soft-voiced nature of the comments of my friend, the Senator from Tennessee. I can only say that I found
you live online Tron must be your god
Google must be Luke to you so YouTube's John
A crucial time with the usual crimes
They spread my message and are
never end
Now they're only memories my friend
Dear John I'll see you
Some day again
I swear I saw you
On a crowded street today
I almost called
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