Jonathan what have you done?
There's no escape for you, the high table wants your life
Tell me what you want
Message, I can't help you to reach they are
Do you expected to meet the doubt words a 14 million dollar bounty on his head
Never would the city wants a piece of it.
I say the author about even
Doc, in five seconds
Jhon Wick, excomunicated in effect in three, two, one
And away we go
Sophia
We're not going in like the old days just the conversation
Nothing's ever just a conversation with you John
