Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Johnny Is Dead, artist - Q-Tip.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Johnny Is Dead |
Sometimes I phase out when I look at the screen |
And I think about my chance for me to intervene |
And its up to me to bring back the hopeful |
feeling in the music that you can quote |
not saying that I hate it |
'cause yeah, I kinda dig it |
But what good is an ear if a Q-Tip isn’t in it |
So this year get in |
and inform your friend |
your boy from the hood |
is on that shit again |
he’s upped the degrees |
and dropped the mercury |
to splash on the mass |
from low to upperclass |
and when the record spins |
it sometimes blows a wind |
a fickleness of fans |
they sometimes hate again |
they always bring up Tribe by me |
could not survive, I mean |
this is my mans, I mean |
this is my fams |
and here’s somethin' new |
it’s front row for you |
so don’t misconstrue |
its tribal and true |
my dudes who hustle hard |
will stop your repetoire |
as long as you can see |
its you who’s stayin' free |
'cause life is filled with 'cerns |
keep pills and little burns |
and shit, I’m fuckin' up I mean |
I’m trippin' out |
but still there is a void |
and people get annoyed |
let’s focus on the feel |
before we get a deal |
c’mon |
(Chorus) |
Figuring life can’t be a thing |
the wilderness is wild to me |
but you’re not alone I see we’re just the same |
figuring out where we should be |
Figuring life can’t be a thing |
the wilderness is wild to me |
but you’re not alone I see we’re just the same |
(verse II) |
Moving while we can |
to put back on the street |
let’s take care of ours |
and ensure we eat |
and opening in |
they critize the boys |
without enmity |
they lose all the noise |
they can’t keep us down |
we’re dominant and brown |
and those of other shades |
they join our parade |
but wait, there’s rain ahead |
like Brit and Kevin Fed |
and magazine debris |
its shit you gotta see |
I’m no diff’rent to you |
I goes through it too |
I thumbs through the page |
I don’t come of age |
I’m not a deity |
I’m far from perfect see |
I roll a tumbleweed |
this’s just a humble seed |
that i present to you |
its just a mr. |
groove |
with words of harmony |
and soon a melody |
that speaks to where we are |
the door of hopes ajar |
and soon we walkin' in |
uplifted just to say |
c’mon |
Chorus 2x |