Lyrics:
Oh song of mine
Carry out my commission in secret
I know happiness loves silence, but
Find love first, and find it discreetly
Hit the road with love
Just take a little more time
And you'll
Find the one true love for you (Sending me crazy now)
If you find
Someone obsessed with you
Mesmerised by you
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with Democratic fellows named Mack
So, take me right back to the track, Jack
bih gave me the boot
No she didn't want fuck with Jack, now that lil' bitch pick and choose
I'll be damned, I give all my love away to a Swoop
I'll
And hear the lonesome whistle, see the smoke from the stack
Pal around with Democratic fellows named Mack
So, take me right back to the track, Jack
hoes
The piece, the chain, the gangsta hats
The alligator shoes with the belts to match
I'm smokin on the finest of California love
These hoes still
Coming from is that true?
KW: yeah, correct
JK: So we did a sketch on the show where
We had - you did an interview with
The BBC Radio and it was
Never gon leave, cause we love Texas
Everything big, up in Texas
By the way we walk, you could tell we from Texas
[Big Tuck]
I stay hopping out
fly
We're gonna blot out the sun (Whoa)
Look out for missiles gonna come from above
And take some comfort in the fact
That it's from Russia with love
flow, yo!
Yo I got guns from Italy
Smoke trees considerably
I get saluted by the people
When I’m on my block
Yo I got slugs for snitches
No love for
a Jack of all trades, from sunrise to set
Riding the country roads with no time to fret. From landscaping to fixing electronics
I do it all. A country rap
And hear the lonesome whistle see the smoke from the stack
And pal around with the democratic fellows named Mac
Take me right back to the track Jack
Choo
from Russia these Red bottoms came straight from King Of Prussia (Phily)/ima a pro make her fall like dominoes double fisted adios tell the bitches adios
flow
(""Alex Jones"" interlude)
VERSE 2:
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This goes out to those with a love jones for the throne
No success-story class bro I did it
foreign my gun come from Russia
Okc fat shit tote thunder
Trap house boomin it keep doin number
Im in the back wit the mac n I'm clutchin
with the program
I'm a grown ass man, call me pops
Fuck around and take your phone ass man
Everybody know Jack, but they don't know Jack, man
They
“Davai-Davai”
For the people that reply
Reppin’ up for Ukraine and Russia
Got my beats and percussions
Here at last
Surrounded by the people with the same
It's Baron Jones
It's Baron Jones
It's Baron Jones
Let's go let's go
Imma tell you what I want
What I really really want
I wanna love you from
I got a shorty from dyckman
Dice in my hand all this cake needed icing
You know I run with them Vikings Ghost ride the whip double park fuck
make the sixth straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the west side, east coast where you
With a smile upon her face
Shares a love they can't replace
From the beach and to the trees
Leaves a man down to his knees
On the darkside
went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroin
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack's on his own man
Well done, Jack
went the same way as Mickey and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroin
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack's on his own man
Well done, Jack
from a damn stork
Gave the fans what they asking for
Every rhyme every flow, every rap
Man you know, It's the last to fold
The last to go, raw with
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