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tommy exx - john lyrics

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[verse 1: tommy exx]

it’s about time you showed your face, i mean c’mon
what do i tell my kids about g-d when they ask me if there is one?
and is anything considered a practice if i, added an ism?
i don’t know what it is or what it isn’t
woah don’t take this out on religion well…
somebody must have a f-ckin’ answer
to why little kids catch cancer and why my boy john ain’t breathin’…

[bridge: schuyler rae]

cuz you can’t even tell me why the good ones go
wish we could rewind and let the good times roll

[verse 2: tommy exx]

now what the h-ll am i supposed to do, asking all these questions i already know the answer to
my homies like whats up with you?
hold on exx, don’t f-ckin move
i’m not in the f-ckin mood, to crack jokes, i’m this close
to shutting off the nintendo
talking like a schitzo with his head on a swivel
am i paranoid a little?
but how can you blame me for getting mad at the dude upstairs?
thinking i’m crazy, wonderin’ if i’m talking to myself..

[hook 2: schuyler rae]

take me back to yesterday
what was beautiful at a younger age
i need lalalalalalala love (x2)

i wanna sit in the pouring rain
watch the tears come down my face
i need lalalalalalala love (x2)

[answering machine and tommy exx’s emotional breaths)

[verse 3: tommy exx]

it’s like it, every time i’m in need i get the f-cking answering machine
i sorta wish this b-tch would answer me answer me talk back
mom i wish i never talked back, take out the trash when i get back
miss seein’ john trip and laugh hopin’ n0body saw that
wishin we could kick back like jack-ss and skip taxes
skip practice, grab -sses, and roll up!
laugh now and party after
hopin’ it never grow up
maybe life is bettah when i blow up
i just let my heart go on and on…
portrait to the brain, another unexplained phenomenon
lunch table trynna rhyme holographic pokemon
sinnin’ til it’s dinner time, the sh-t we didn’t tell our moms..
thank you for the memories
growin’ up on mr. clean, too close to the tv screen
young king fallacies casually turnin’ into casualties
so actually we just live in they eyes
and to see the sunrise

[hook 2] (x2)

(la la la la love)



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