Lyrics:
blissful if you listenin
Open your eyes and one blink, youre missin it, I'm sayin
Hustlin just to make my way
Riding through the avenue
Workin all night
by me
yeah, for real
Skit
Figuero Jones
I just wanted to take the time to say that
after everything we've been through
you known and we've done
(skrrt)
The Audi go by, yeah (what?)
Me and T-Jones gettin' high (we do)
All these bitches want a bite
I don't know why (a what?)
Uh, wait, I took your lil'
got free liquor
You jackin his name and stick to make you jones get thicker
What you want to do man?
Yo, check it
Some niggas be on the mic,
by drama lately
Had a heart to heart wit God
He just told me link wit E
The streets will say it’s payin off
Yo lady compliment my fit she don’t know
the coast to the avenue
Our crew is deep, I thought you knew
Hitting switches in my 64
Baby don't you know
We be rolling
I said trucks rolling by with
corner
You no go feelam
By now you get for know say
I'm fkx hard
Something must kill a man
I feel heat i put the fan
Make we ya moh
Touche moi bébé
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
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
on God
Use to play dumb, they know it's me, bitch, I'm a star
And I pray every night when I go to sleep, think you should start
Yeah, 'cause nobody
to clean it up
That's good woah
You can find out anything you wanna know, huh
About anybody in town that you wanna know
At Ida Mae's beauty shop
Or Webb's
to cannibals
They see you gone' make it
They steading jumping
Trying grabbing you
Niggas be fake
Execpt from niggas in my avenue
I don't trust soul
Execpt from
come in stacks (Stacks)
And I know just how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin' a Honda Civic man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got
Here we go again
Down the Avenue
Runnin' round in circles
Tryna find my way to you
Here we go again
Down the Avenue
Runnin' round in circles
Tryna
the Avenue and counting my Revenue
Ones fives tens twenties fifties and hunnids
Oh and plus I don't give a fuck understand this
Y'all niggas know what's up I
two.
George Jones and Jesus pulled me through.
When a man is on the bottom he may not cry for help.
But he needs to know he's not alone in hell all
make it anywhere
If you can make it out there
On Honky tonk Avenue
Where all birds of a feather
Were out here on the street
In all kinds
make it anywhere
If you can make it out there
On Honky Tonk Avenue
Where all birds of a feather
Were out here on the street
In all kinds
Saddest trombone little do you know
It creeps up and breeds pups in a motor home
I'm David the gnome the new host of infowars
Pollen from the forest makes
to the show
Got some friends
Well I hope you can bring them
By the end of the night
You'll know I'm right
You need to believe me
Writing rhymes dropping songs
to the point
Whereby they might more
Fully enjoy the ambiance of Miami By Night)
Where ya from? Ah, the bus
Which one? You know the last tour
You know leather
featuring Angel Cake
c'mon Bobby turn off that loud shit
Damn I want to hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
You know
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
jones yearning kind of spell
Hypnotized mesmerized by the unknown you possess in the air yeah
Subconsciously dreaming sneak peaking the pre-life of us
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