John the Revelator wrote the book of the seven seals Who's that writin' (John the Revelator) Who's that writin' (John the Revelator) Who's that writin' (John
school blue malaroma, Wrist glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing, Slide off with your ho, and spend six figures on her, My persona, Sean John unforgivable
Staying home is not rally an option For alcoholics living in Manhattan Have you seen the size of John Bush's apartment? It's a bit smaller than a glove
est tres content Piercing, piercing, Concedons ceci c?est la plus pure des song Mais c?est le pire swing d?la chanson cong Je lisais du St-John Perse
(uh) Still got niggas wilin out on the floor (let's go) Still got the sky-blue drop-toppers on (yeah) Still eat at Justin's in Sean John velour (that
! Renseigne-toi sur Aleister Crowley Churchill, Roosevelt, le duc de Kent, Calvin du Rockefeller ou sur Gorbachev Ils sont tous impliques dans ces societes secretes John
(Bryan Adams, Robert John "Mutt" Lange, Michael Kamen) When it's love you give I'll be your man of good faith When it's love you live I'll make a stand
Adam's : lesska Maitre gims : Alobinine Adam's : Gta fatfons Maitre Gims : le prince maniaque Adam's : Adrien Maitre Gims : La douce Adam's :, richard a.k.a l'oreille Maitre Gims : Mounir Adam
-da, da-da-da Da-da-da, da-da-dum Nathan Rubin on violin, please (audience claps) Da-da-da-da, n-da-da Left of the string section we have, Terry Adams
A big up Nellie Enuh... [Verse 1:] (Uheh Uheh!) Tell dem doh thief dah laugh deh! Russian, We nuh love man! (Uptown Seh!) If a nuh Eve an Adam, We doh
up the serfs wherever they went. When they reached London they converged upon Blackheath And listened to a sermon from John Ball that mad old priest (He said): When Adam
Life Isn't everything Isn't everything Isn't everything Life Isn't everything Isn't everything Isn't everything Life Isn't everything Isn't everything
What in the world are you waiting for Are you waiting for a sign Grab my hair, take me home Let me know you're mine None of this woman's lib for me I
We passed upon the stairs, we spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there, he said, I was his friend Which came as some surprise, I spoke into his eyes
One man, does his work He's not satisfied not at all Feels like that he is bein' used His self respect starts to fall His frustration runnin' very very
Growin' up, you don't see the writing on the wall Passin' by, movin' straight ahead, you knew it all But maybe sometime if you feel the pain You'll find