to come out Chorus: Just one more game where someone has to lose Just one more way to separate the truth Just one more line they already used Just one
Tercüme: Lennon. Sadece biri.
Unable to come out Chorus: Just one more game where someone has to lose Just one more way to separate the truth Just one more line they already used Just one
chopper in the car [Lil Wayne] Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
, load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts If I die today, remember me like John Lennon Buried
are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon No one wants to be lonely, no one wants
of the century Do you remember lying in bed with your covers Pulled up over your head? Radio playin' so one can see We need change, we need it fast before rock's just
you remember lying in bed With your covers pulled up over your head? Radio playin', so no one can see We need change, we need it fast Before rock's just
and my goals Just to stop smokin, and stop drinkin And I've been thinkin - I've got my reasons Just to get (by), just to get (by) Just to get (by), just
'em, get all of his spinach Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just
a star with me Now see the haterism increase They hate when you got a dime piece And I got one shotgun and I might catch a hot one When I'm lookin' for
ask much I just want you I just want you I just want you I just want you I just want you I just want you Yeah, yeah, yeah I just want you I just want
Sweet little sixteen Sweet little sixteen She's just got to have Framed autopraphs About half a million Her wall is filled with pictures She gets them one by one
And what have you done Another year over And a new one just begun And so this is Xmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear one The old and the young
. The end product of it was just newspaper stories about riots and fightings. And we did the bed event in amsterdam and the bag piece in vienna just to
in town look like frost The famous they get stalkers, they get pests But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest All that Lennon could imagine was not you, was just
One, two, three, four Oh yea Made in America, nineteen fifty nine Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line Raised on radio, just a jukebox
, I hate to be the one to break it to ya You thought you had me in the palm of your hand But you flaked, dropped the ball, yo I can't understand Just
