JOHNNY

When I imagine myself on acid I take steps backward and find those to lap itself Even dance and pounce around my silent thoughts who had the crown Don't-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself When I imagine myself on acid I take steps backward and find those to lap itself Even dance and pounce around my silent thoughts who had the crown Don't-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself I could've got a job at McDonald's, but I like curly fries That's a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys Could've got a deal if I wanted, but I like ownin' shit And I like makin' shit, and I like sellin' it Could've peaked when I was in high school, but I had bigger plans Could've took the time out to find you, but you ain't understand You don't gotta leave for them to define you, 'cause what could you demand? When everybody out to define you without a circumstance Anybody got Harry Styles' phone number? Okay, I called him and they said I got the wrong number I was tryna be Pac when I was younger, dreamin' of better days I don't see my mom no more, reminds me of bad weather days If you got a problem with me, try some other guy I let you know I'm a dog, I eat the cat alive But really, though, I'm alone, 'cause I don't stick around And, yes, I know it's my fault, so put your finger down I would keep this shit pent up if it weren't for my mom If it weren't for Dijon, yeah, I don't like to lie Guess it sounds out the month Should've opened up my mouth more Show 'em what my fist for, let 'em get a fistful Caught up in the lust, man Bred from the legs of straight killers on best end Black eyes, bloody sheets, damn, where yo' feet stand? We should get a new plan, maybe some more fans I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me Keep it wild for me Wild, wild, homie I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me I love it when the people go wild for me Keep it wild for me Wild, wild, homie Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again I'm a shithead son And I'm bad at growin' up I'm a shithead son And I'm bad at growin' up My life ain't been the same since my dog died, since my girl left I quit drinkin' and druggin' and still can't get ahead Been at a loss for words It seems I'm destined to fall apart when I'm depressed It's all a test, scream at God from my bedside I glue my hands together, life's got me hog-tied There's no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car And a new house—here's the cost to prove it I spin a little wheel when I'm feelin' moody And that's like all the time, try not to mind the clock Because my heart is tickin', I smoke a pack a day, and I wish I didn't, havin' some trouble quittin' I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland I was hardly in it, most the time I'm hidden Anxious, impatient, and always wantin' somethin' different I hate the way I'm feelin', I'm sick of chasin' feelings Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again Baby, I been trippin' off 'em, tie me up and send 'em off And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment I just want a space with my old best friend Lock me in your cellular, won't elevate again

Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the west And Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone He got fightin' mad This rebel lad He packed no star As he wandered far Where the only law Was a hook and a draw The rebel, Johnny Yuma Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the west Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone He searched the land This restless lad He was panther quick And leather tough 'Cause he figured that He had been pushed enough The rebel, Johnny Yuma Johnny Yuma was a rebel He roamed through the west Johnny Yuma, the rebel He wandered alone Fightin' mad This rebel lad With a dream he'd hold 'Til his dyin' breath He'd search his soul And gamble with death The rebel, Johnny Yuma

Well now Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts They were true as a blue blue sky He was a long-legged guitar picker with a wicked wanderin' eye But he was her man nearly all of the time Well Johnny he packed up to leave her but he promised he'd be back He said he had a little pickin' to do a little farther down the track He said "I'm your man I wouldn't do you wrong" Well Frankie curled up on the sofa thinkin' about her man Far away the couples were dancing to the music of his band He was Frankie's man he wasn't doin' her wrong Then in the front door walked a redhead Johnny saw her right away She came down by the bandstand to watch him while he played He was Frankie's man but she was far away He sang every song to the redhead she smiled back at him Then he came and sat at her table where the lights were low and dim What Frankie didn't know wouldn't hurt her none Then the redhead jumped up and slapped him She slapped him a time or two She said "I'm Frankie's sister and I was checking up on you" If you're her man you better treat her right Well the moral of this story is be good but carry a stick Sometimes it looks like a guitar picker just can't tell what to pick He was Frankie's man and he still ain't done her wrong