I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

I love the way you sex me up and grind so impressed Don't need no bed Give me more time Don't play me though Don't need no drinks I'd love some, gwaan some I wanna make you say Oh Oh yeah, though

Oh Oh yeah, woo hoo Back and forth between the desert and the sea Who I was and I will always be Too bad, woo hoo So sad, woo hoo Got something trapped inside Take me out of this state I'm in Go somewhere I've never been Still alive, where's that paradise?

Do you think about me Like I think about you Oh Oh I, oh oh I, I’m not trying Oh Oh I, oh oh I, but I can’t stop smiling, yeah That first cold September night You were the blanket holding me tight You were kissing me and the years stood still You said we don’t have

Im givin’ up yeah That’s when you know oh’oh oh oh’oh oh You know oh’oh oh oh’oh oh Like, like, wooowooohooo! Im givin’ up searching, searching, searching to find Oh Oh nothing (oh oh nothing) Nothing else matters to me Finally found the one, that's you

(Yeah yeah) Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal Orange Dickies suit like a sand town criminal Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set now She gon' have sex now Guap on this

I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' Woah, I think I need a little bit of lovin' A little bit of somethin' from you A little bit of somethin', yeah 'Cause this love is all I have of you Oh, if it's time to make your spot feel

Uh, ooh, open it up Uh, ooh, Kriss Kross jump Uh, ooh, with a bale in the trunk Uh, ooh, shells in the pump Woo Woo, woo woo woo Coupe with the wings (brr) Fuck that bitch, don't buy no ring (buy no rings) Hundred chains for the team, whole gang (yeah) Shit do

Back it up for me, back it, back it up for me Oh Oh woah, woah woah You don't get to see my face, just drop it down You don't get to see my face, just pop it down, pop it down Ooh, yeah yeah yeah UTU, FÈRINA! Girl I'm wavy

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read