At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton
U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john
Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago
(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe
I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates
Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/
Aye rich, another 5 on the g men
Return on home and sleep in my dragons den
If ya aint den ya know yo in deep debt
I respect that you don't know yet
There has to be a place better than this, in heaven
Sittin in someones den in some denim,
At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes
Don't remember her name but she used to fuck john stamos
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,
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