Letras:
John Miles Run

you're going to run to? Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to? Where you're going to run? Tell me where you're going to run to? Run, tell me

where you're going to run to? Run, oh, oh, oh where you're going to run to? Where you're going to run? Tell me where you're going to run to? Run, tell

flag, and a man on the rail I think you'd better call John, 'Cause it don't look like they're here to deliver the mail And it's less than a mile away

't have to use a gun or even make the hoe cum if a nigga go to jail then a bitch make bond while you shakin that ass in the shake john john I be sittin

: (feat. John Legend) J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League [echoes] [Rick Ross:] It's Da Boss. It gets no better than this... Maybach Music! [Chorus - John Legend

of demons that'll leave the pastor bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away

I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles Yellow corvettes,

, yeah When the war's on, the pores are drawn like pictures The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get witcha Nigga before long you need stitches in your long Johns

A spear, a spike, a point, a nail A drip, a drop, the end of the tale A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light The sound of a shot in the dead of the night A mile