Lyrics:
for a telephone
That never rings or ever brings any joy
It's just me and the TV
Listening to a country CD
On the stereo or radio by George Jones
I'm
love this joint. We'll stop off, we'll buy some booze, and, uh, you'll bring it in and it's just incredible. The girls will be all over you.
I am
where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus"
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus"
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's
it's hard to tell
Who really cares for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout
you're my guiding light
With just one touch, you ignite the flame inside
You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm broken and shattered, you make it right
A place in their hearts
'Cause Jesus is love
He won't let you down
And I know He's mine forever
Oh, in my heart
We've got to walk on
Walk on through
want and that's it, My Guy
A big part of me is bout ready quit, My Guy
4th floor in my apartment, microphone in front of me
I'm playing Donnell Jones
(Jesus)
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell
Froze over, when you thought you could hold Yoda
of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they
everybody's totaled
By the time I get there
There'll be nobody home
Don't get me started, just get me stoned!
Don't start the party with out me!
Say it one
Chris]
Now by the 3rd verse it's way hotter
We wide open she dropped it down low
With her hips and her thighs rolling I noticed
That can't nobody do it
Jesus, the missing years
It was raining. It was cold
West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old
So he packed his bags and he headed out
cheeba cheeba, y'all
To get by (cheeba cheeba, y'all, yeah)
(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
You're all (bring it on)
(I need) yeah
I need (get by, ooh)
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
doesn't wanna be my Neighbor
Fuck it I hate hoarders
I hoard dvds of hoarders
Before I place orders
Of eight quarter
Bags of coke when I spray Corners
Yeah
We step into the building and we bring the fire down
Speak the name of Jesus see the problems dying down
Yeah we are the children of the Most
crown
It's Jesus up and Devils down
Right a Right, I'm Christian bound
Light a Light no foldin down
Go ahead come get this crown
It's Jesus up and Devils
the way down South (YEAH!)
I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)
We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin
Look
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
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