When all is gone, and things go wrong, We don't need them anymore. The artifacts and all they lack, We don't need them anymore. I don't have the means
nag at Dallas `Cause she hates those Texas girls Poor cow You'll get your dumb man You'll see your whole life coming at you In the back of his hand Poor
new girl, Claire The poor people of Paree So don't go to Paris, France Not unless you like to dance Not unless you want romance Like those poor inhabitants
what I've seen When I sleep, I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor
account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John
travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead 'Cause when it's on then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head I been rich, I been poor
all mighty, Olivia Newton John got married, Sally Field got married, Jamie-Lee Curtis got married, it was like last call at a singles bar. Olivia Newton John
(Tim Rice/John Farrar) I do not love you Isabella I never have I never will I saunter through this ceremony Confidence high, enthusiasm nil My reasoning
(Tim Rice/John Farrar) How can I bear this? Show me How can I survive Trapped in the madness With no hope of release? Oh Do I just wait for Your demons
night after finishing work at his father's Lindcrest diner in Lindenhurst. According to Nassau homocide sergeant John Nolan, witnesses saw Acksadapo drag
in ya eye I confess, I'm like Jesse James in an Ames parking lot Have humorous fun, pulling numerous guns on consumers, run Your man-freaked that, I told John
Intro: Is wha happen to you baby Poor thing, come tell Rat yuh problem Mek mi si if mi can solve it Intro Chorus The other day mi sight a gal With
turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my d*** without a condom on, while I'm on the john If I had a million
and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick Without a condom on while I'm on the John If I had a million
the great book of John you're warned of the day When you'll be laid beneath the cold clay The angel of death will come from the sky And claim your poor
Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back Guess who's back You ain't black! So you were poor and you were trailer trash
Top they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99 Well the city supplied a public defender but the judge was Mean John Brown He came into the courtroom and stared poor
it, Sometimes its hard to feel it bite Feel it bite. A man I know, went down to Louisiana, had himself a bad, bad fight And when the sun peeked through John