| Check it out - it's eleven-thirty, | |
| My hand is getting dirty | |
| Snatchin' up things that probably can't be waitin' | |
| Now this is a vision of a violent life | |
| Livin' by a guard and totem of the night | |
| I'm slamin' doors 2-4-5 'n pullin' the keys | |
| Now these are the traged valuable luxuries to me | |
| In the early dawn, before you yawn | |
| I've been there swiped you and then I'm gone | |
| Now it's six-o-clock, my heart tic-tacs | |
| A black sadden bag full of bad ass rocks | |
| My identity has to be exposed | |
| Stealing from the spot that I chooly chosed | |
| I lose and enfuse my choice to chose | |
| Now I'm sick and I'm fallin' deeper in the mess | |
| There's no hope for me, see?? | |
| My path has been chosen I'm Johnny B | |
| Johnny B, how much there is to see | |
| Just open your eyes, and listen to me | |
| Straight ahead, a green light turns to red | |
| Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B | |
| Johnny B, how much there is to see | |
| Just open your eyes, and listen to me | |
| Straight ahead, a green light turns to red | |
| Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B | |
| The situation's tight | |
| You are billin' by the night | |
| Can't choose between the wrongs and the rights | |
| I'm searchin' for the clues, yo-what am I gotta do | |
| I got the habit to take valuable things from you | |
| Here I stand and I'm physically trapped by my tent | |
| Drifting northern breeze triumphal is this adman | |
| A lonely path when I stand alone | |
| A round mothern flexion bendin' by my own | |
| Here I lay down into certain deaths | |
| Two spirits calls grabs my very last breath | |
| Sometimes I wish reveseness in my path | |
| A simple guest or a simple laugh | |
| But I'm evil, dirty and mean | |
| Two pounds blood pasts through my bloodstream | |
| Frightened huh? You should be | |
| Who am I? I'm Johnny B! | |
| Johnny B, how much there is to see | |
| Just open your eyes, and listen to me | |
| Straight ahead, a green light turns to red | |
| Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B | |
| Johnny B, how much there is to see | |
| Just open your eyes, and listen to me | |
| Straight ahead, a green light turns to red | |
| Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B | |
| Here we go here we go now check the flow | |
| Here we go here we go now check the flow | |
| Here we go here we go now check the flow | |
| Here we go, Johnny B is in control | |
| Here we go here we go now check the flow | |
| Here we go here we go now check the flow | |
| Here we go here we go now check the flow | |
| Here we go, Johnny B is in control | |
| It's a sleepless night, he's callin' your name | |
| It's a lonely ride, I know how you saw him | |
| Again and again | |
| He's dressin' his dreams | |
| Yeaah, Johnny my friend, it's not what it seems... | |
| Johnny B, how much there is to see | |
| Just open your eyes, and listen to me | |
| Straight ahead, a green light turns to red | |
| Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B | |
| Johnny B, how much there is to see | |
| Just open your eyes, and listen to me | |
| Straight ahead, a green light turns to red | |
| Oooh why can't you see, oooh Johnny B |