Lyrics:
George, Ma'am
Homicide, Ma'am
Want to ask you a few questions, Ma'am
I understand you were almost devoured by the dragon, Ma'am
Is that right,
boy sure knew how to moan the blues
Let's go back
Where the music's true
Merle and George Jones
No autotune
Am I the only one still wondering who
Who's
That shit ain't got my ppl nth
George and Eric couldn't breath
Want us to suffocate to death
They tryna get us one by one
Til I'll entire race is gone
When my liquor cabinet is empty
And the local package store is closed
I am paid a visit by an enemy
And the s.o.b. goes by bully jones
He loves
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
I'm back my music tracks about
I am mising you,
I want you by my side,
And I hope you miss me too,
Come back and stay,
I think about you everyday,
I really want you too,
You set my
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
On the stereo or radio by George Jones
Yes I'm alright most of the time
If there's no one around to remind
Me of all the pain that I've known
Most of the time
and mixed two
Thirds of 'The White Album' for one week
George Matin relinquished his seat
In the room so that he could
Take a holiday and, consequently
His
Willie, George Jones, Billy Nelson, Travis Tritt and all the Highwaymen
At a young age, I was hearing about all the outlaw ways
The outlaw ways
Two little..
say "please"
Never know with you, George
Who could know with you?
The others I knew, George
Before we get through
I'll get to you, too
God, I am
Alright.
[Broad]
Excuse me.
[Waiter]
Uh, yes ma'am.
[Broad]
I have a reservation. It's for Jones.
[Waiter]
For Jones? Let me see here for
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
in sandra Bland
My heart hurt to see how it all would end
I am Sandra Bland i am George Floyd
DJ Screw in Texas, I love you
Shout out Trae the Truth
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
Bustopher Jones in white spats
My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational
And it is the against the rules
For any one cat to belong both to that
George Strait and George Jones.
Yeah I'd like to thank, them good ole boys
For the difference they made in my life.
That girl that I danced with, that I
slimy sluts
D-Town, hold it down
Holly Hills, after clown
Well Who Is Mike Jones, my solo album comin' round
George Lopez, DSR
SwishaHouse we up to par
We
You have many things
GEORGE
Well, nothing that's not been said
DOT
Said by you, though, George
GEORGE
I do not know where to go
DOT
And nor did I
being impolite I'm tryna by sincere
But your body your body got me feeling like I'm tired of being lonely
Got me feeling like I'm ready for wedlock Got me
George Jones
Well I was born in Dallas never seen Muskogee
My favorite whiskey's Canadian
And I never fell in love with no girl in El Paso
But I had my
I'm Bustopher Jones i'm not skin and bones
In fact, I'm remarkably fat
I don't haunt pubs
I have eight or nine clubs
For I'm the St james Street Cat
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