Tekster:
John Johnson

got Mr. Johnson's head...In my bookbag (Chorus x2) I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway I sat

's in the hallway fighting against the world I'm practicing voodoo in the bedroom on you girl, Oh my, you're mine, I'm King St. John Divine unhealthy

You can think and control all of this thing But you just bought the ticket on the runaway trip You can think that love can never put no changes on you

There's a light, a certain kind of light That never shone on me I want my life to be lived with you Lived with you There's a way, everybody say To do

You think you've heard this before I'll try and say it differently As long as it comes naturally to me It's been makin' me sad 'Cause I can't find a better

Buddy you're a boy make a big noise Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day You got mud on yo face You big disgrace Kickin' your can all over

Little bear, little bear tell me what you got done wrong? Little bear, little bear tell me what have you done wrong? You got money in your pockets, food

( Live / Nina Simone Cover ) Be my husband and I'll be your wife Be my husband and I'll be your wife Be my husband and I'll be your wife Be my husband

one dove, you're the one i've been waiting for, through the dark for, the nightmares the lonely nights. i was born a curling fox in a hole hiding from