Lyrics:
of the gays was said to have died while changing a tire
At the very end of the movie, his lover smells his attire
"Jack, I swear" is said by that man
here on business, baby
I'm only here for fun
And Rosie, you're the one
Rosalita, jump a little lighter
Señorita, come sit by my fire
I just want to be
to be comin' home talkin' that "daddy's home" shit (nigga)
We been gettin' along fine just without you
Me, my brother, and my mother
So if you don't
do
cnd somewhere along the line you must, too
But one thing mi know wid time it must true
She from you put in the work you can't lose
Some day you must
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother,
think I'll just move along
So, you ain't gotta feel this way about me for long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way hold on
I was conceived in Philly
a song, the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that that lady is single
Fickle way to tickle on my young man's ting
She's up for doing what
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
soul mate made for each other chit chat
But that dried up, wise up to the cutting edge facts
Now I'm chilling on my Jack Jones
Looking for a way back
soul mate made for each other chit chat
But that dried up, wise up to the cutting edge facts
Now I'm chilling on my Jack Jones
Looking for a way back
Highway run into the midnight sun
Wheels go round and round
You're on my mind
Restless hearts sleep alone tonight
Sending all my love along
your hands, sing along and dance, dance, dance
Words and music: john jack jr/Ian McCaskie
2015 Dusty Boy Music/BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Vocals,
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
on that Cactus
This shit lit Jack
More wavy than your favorite
Rappers wave cap
Punch a nigga
Like Jax from mortal kombat
If a nigga want smoke he get Cyrax
or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve
I'm first
So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
And we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit
Albert of Monaco at the soirée
Damn!
Jehst:
I wanna parlay man, yeah you know those cats
that rock black suits and bowler hats
Playing Jack Jones tracks
face to face
Once upon not yet, long ago someday
Countless times we've met, met along the way
Through the luminescent night
On beams of neon
alone
Could kill you dead like a 44
Oh tell me where, where
Is the way to the door
The poundin' in my head alone
Could kill you dead to get along
on that ice on he gotta fever
Been running up that bag I need a breather
If I told you what I made by 10 you wouldn't believe it
Staying out the way niggas
Always packing drug wrapping way I drop it in a bowl
Disappear like magic re appear whip it fast
Know the elder's gonna grab it
Nitty by side agitated she
a man tump me
See if my batch won't slump him
Still wrap a man on my jack jones
Watch how I turn an opp boy into dumplings
Ain't gotta ask shosho if he's
I had to just done them
Two-three up with the mandem
But more time I rolled out on my jack jones
So it goes
Little Kof' had to grow a backbone
Walked
(uh-huh)
My shirt all the way down to my feet, yeah (whatever I say)
Spotted all over, she live by the law, as long as, shit, you meant it (uh-huh)
I'm
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