Lyrics:
Sundays Kill More Men Than Bombs the Loser
On a Night You Don't Sleep empire of Coins
All I Know on Going Back to the Street
Anthony layover
The Dogs
Can’t take it no more
But I got work tomorrow
And by the morning there’s another mournin
Still I find the strength to put a smile on my face
Givin'
I wanna thank y'all for supporting Juice Music Group
And this new album called Society's Genius by Juice Jones
I was poverty's fool
But now I'ma give
heroes are dying and are now permanent modern gods like David Robert Jones aka Davie Bowie
Some heroes are fallen and remain alive after being exposed
Jack for the fun
She got Arthur on the table with Johnny riding as shotgun
Chatted some more, one more drink at the bar
Then put Van on the jukebox,
clutch the 5-speed and bust
The more the merrier, secure the area, my la familia
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for aircraft carriers
I
and the Master of Fun
My rap technique is most very unique
Your toes start to squeak, by the way that I speak
My rhymes are more sporty than the ESPN
Huddy Combs bring it home, we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone, we don't stop
Loon crime fam', we don't stop
Meeno, NRB, we don't stop
To my man
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
[Chorus:] They say we N -- I - Double G -- E -- R
We - are - much more, Still we choose to ignore, The obvious.
Man this history don't acknowledge us
know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
quatro me chuck mikey and once he left out four
Sweet james jones grippin' sweet grain holmes
It's a bumpy ride ahead so you best to hang on
We kamikaze
Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet slow flow
Cardiac arrest like FloJo rock ice Ro Ro
Pack fo fo fo' sure though
More and more
guaranteed
Jack:
Try any banker, bum, or barber ...
Skittery:
They almost all knows how to read!
Kid Blink:
I smell money
Crutchy:
You smell foul!
Mush:
shimmy.
Rock it out.
Pick it up.
Jack? Jack's jacket?
Uh huh.
Slippety slappety slippety slappety slippety.
Well here we go again.
Well I remember my 1st
One more on this bar stool yeah bartender please pour
Didn't drive here don't mind me need one more
Been a long week and yeah that is sure
Start
If I open your eyes, is it gonna blow your high
If I tell you something, promise I'ma say it once more by
What if you ruled the nighttime
You could
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
*Each of these songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least, influenced by
been shot by cupid
Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . .
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love wit chu
[And there aint nothing
the top, more
One two three four
Fold one over the top,= more
I was frivolous but now I'm a saver
I'm a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell
the right filter for taking that selfie
My Ireland is rich land dressed by Penneys
My Ireland is The Quiet Man
And Waterford Whispers shouting for us all
My
that new crack
The type of shit that got me looking like Nino and New Jack
Had to pull myself up by the bootstraps
Can't fail or get caught
Forty by nature
Y'all Corny by nature Meaning
All of y'all naturally whack
And I'm naturally dope like coke before crack
Oh Really? I'm more like the weed
trips man I need pit stop
3 Or 4 times that's cool hydrated
In the car in my gees
Driving legit
Still stopped by police
More time I be with the bro
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