Lyrics:
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
I need)
You're all (you're all)
I need
To get by (all I need, all I need)
I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes
a nigga scream
Nigga popped a perk and ate an all star at waffle crib
Only time I'm sleep in a bed is laying pipe in it
Superman jones can't be killed by
is not like you or me
Lock him up, tight
'Cuz if he had the chance he might
Show us that we're wrong and that's the one thing we can't be
Oh no, oh no
That selling is a sin, if you don't offer new ways to win
A dolphin gone shake his fin, regardless if he is in
Or out of water, most important thing for
went insane like Jones too just by proxy listening to this bullshit
So badly did I want populism in Trump to be real
The movement was real it was
Miss Angela Jones is open for business
I'm like whoa, whoa, who's that girl?
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when
And gave it to the Black Man
How that sound? You know this whole thing is ours
Even in the blues bars we done always been the rockstars
Til they cut
that nigga you love
You love to hate, you love to hate
You love to hate, hey, hey
Crazy 'bout my money, pay me by the hundreds
I'm waitin', count it for
my life for you
I got a love jones for your
Body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got
A mind
The late Mr Jones is a life pearly the late Mr Jones is on time rarely
When he bought her flowers she had some for hours
From another with dreams
my bae
I no go jones you my girl girl
Which you stay for me babe
I see the love is so supernatural thing
I day for you bae no go jones you my babe
Is it too much to ask
I just wanna be loved by you
I just wanna understand you
Franck jones got lost in time
He wish he could live in 1969
If he could
come true
But my voice is forgotten
A passerby walks by, and then disappears
The wind keeps howling
I'm walking, not seeing you
Not seeing anything
I got em snowboarding in August
And I love a pretty bitch but the Porsche look gorgeous (you see it)
Harlem is one big ski slalom
I guess the Hill
Look all I want is love baby
Someone who ain't afraid of me
Can I get yo trust baby?
Despite all my quirks and crazy
She said all I want is love
Love
it must be out of luck
My old libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah
I'm Jones' in' on love
Yeah I got
it must be out of luck
My old libido has been
Blowing a transistor
I feel like I have been hit by a fuck
Yeah
I'm Jones' in' on love
Yeah I got
is
Fuck the Jones's, niggas trying to keep up with the Combses (Notorious)
C'mon y'all
We are, we are (what's his name)
No, No, No, Notorious
He
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
Maybe this monogamy they preaching is just not for me deflated by monotony i bear
Cuz i don't need a love jones
Ill take my chances being all alone
Cuz
and Jones shakes the tackle at the Tornados 40. A big hole opens up, and Raven Davidson is moving to take his shot, but Jones slips by him and has an empty
rip off the mask, seek the truth and just try
Like alex jones himself says brother, let me hear your war cry
Mister jones and I were really baffled by
the bones for Henry Jones
'Cause Henry don't eat no meat
Henry is not a drinker
He rarely takes a nip
He don't need a napkin
'Cause the things he eats
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