[John Legend - Chorus] I got the World in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep all of these girls at my shows They
that old school blue [Incomprehensible] Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly off in a Boeing Slide off with your ho and spend six figures on her My persona, Sean John
boyfriend is zero she needs to cut the wierdo Next show they gotta up the zeroes Nobody rocking like this 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys
shit I post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man Old school straight foolish like no other indeed With Lil' John
back but the delicates of fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive, Def Jam's ever seen Only yours dream, Sean John suit
'sposed to do when the OG niggas don't get it? Lost what was once theirs but they won't quit it Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers
Hey yo, the same old G, yo that's my shit Switch CD's threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin' me head mouth clogged up
mad John Finn I took his wretched life Now I'm over by the bandstand Every hand moving on John Finns' wife Every hand moving on John Finns' wife And John
something that Happened during the second World War Last year, early in 1991, when things were going kinda crazy Over on the other side of the world, I remembered this old
, "What you mad about?" But you still got your family name Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rosen Bloom I'll be John Blackwell just the same What's your family
is zero she needs to cut the weirdo Next show they gotta up the zeroes Nobody rocking like they're 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something
repartee, the little crimes Every audience is special and that goes for you He looks into your eyes again He never does it but he tries again That old
No plan for the future Watching the world go by so fast Just do what suits you Nobody told me life up here Was an endless vacation Hope I get old before
tried to make him understand. So I said Who in the hell do you think you are? Telling me what to do Who in the hell do you think you are? I'm old enough
post up get to it, drink hand in hand They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cuz that's my right hand man Old school straight foolish like no other indeed With Lil John
could As the time went on she lit into John just like we all knew she would You can't hide redneck behind a big old job A big old cherry wood desk sure
