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letra de john - loganplayz

[verse 1: loganplayz (as john)]
yeah, yeah
ayo, all those couples out there, it’s time
it’s time, all those couples out there (aight, all those couples out there, begin)
straight out the pointy dungeons of rap
the friend drops deep as does my stick
beyond the walls of sausages, life is defined
i think of cheese when i’m in a berlin state of mind
hope the sic got some kick
my trick don’t like no dirty tick
in a berlin state of mind

[skit: loganplayz, loganplayz (as john)]
hey john can you stop following me
no
dude come on man
dudе, shut u-

[verse 2: loganplayz (as john)]
what more could you ask for? the super friеnd?
you complain about rain
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the trend
i’m rappin’ to the teddy bear
and i’m gonna move your everywhere
cool, crazy, scrummy, like a bat
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a rat
i can’t take the rain, can’t take the chord
i woulda tried to sing i guess i got no record
i’m rappin’ to the everywhere
and i’m gonna move your teddy bear
these lyrics be hittin’ differently
when i was young my lawyer had a lend
i waz kicked out without no trend
i never thought i’d see that send
ain’t a soul alive that could take my lawyer’s amend
a hideous apple is quite the pineapple
thinking of cheese. yaz, thinking of cheese (cheese)
[verse 3: loganplayz]
hey john, stop
let me tell you (ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah, yeah, okay, ya, yeah, yeah)
all the rancid knickers! (all the rancid knickers!)
all the rancid knickers! (all the rancid knickers!)
all the rancid knickers! (all the rancid knickers!)
all the rancid knickers!
now put your shoulders up
every night i shoot in my bed
lost in a fairytale
can you hold my chin and be my guide?
gloves filled with jugs cover your skies
what kinda dream is this?
you could be a quiet fairy or a s-xy pixie
either way i don’t wanna walk without you
yes! so bumpy right now
most incredibly bumpy
oh! so bumpy. oh! so bumpy
yes! so bumpy right now
all the gloves who are independent
throw your nose at me!
all the gloves who makin’ buns
throw your nose at me!
all the gloves who truly feel happy
throw your nose at me!
tonight i’ll be your bumpy drum
i’m callin’ all my aardvarks
i know you want my smelly chin
tonight i’ll be your bumpy drum
i’m callin’ all my aardvarks
i was sick and tired of everything
when i called you last night from the police station
all i do is wash my hair and weed the garden and bleach
wishing that i wasn’t so d-mned ugly
(okay)
gimme! gimme! gimme someone to hold!
won’t somebody help me learn to fly!
gimme! gimme! gimme someone to hold!
i really want to learn to fly!
blue moon, you saw me humming alone
without a dream in my heart
without a pearl necklace of my own
blue moon, you knew just what i was there for
you heard me saying a prayer for
a pearl necklace i really could care for
and then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold
i heard somebody whisper ‘hocus pocus’
but when i looked, that moon had turned to a plastic bracelet!
blue moon, now i’m no longer alone
without a dream in my heart, without a plastic bracelet of my own
you better shape up
’cause i need a pearl necklace
and instead i got a plastic bracelet
you better shape up;
you better understand
to my heart i must be true
and this plastic bracelet and me are through!
[outro skit: loganplayz, loganplayz (as john)]
stop following me!
why?
cuz it’s creepy
nah
oh my god
let me smell your-
dude! -runs-
come back!

- loganplayz

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