Lyrics:
Honey when they gonna send me home
Bad sneakers and a Pina Colada my friend
Stompin' on the avenue
By Radio City with a
Transistor and a large sum
man Sweet G from The Fever
God bless you
And, this goes out to umm, Gangsta Lou
AZ from the Mossdown Crew
Freddie Jones {?} the whole 132 posse
done
I'm out here in the universe, I'm spinning in a circle
Slowly getting older and you know I wonder why
that the difference between what we see
fell on the tile floor
He was getting awfully tired of sleeping alone
Did he pass or did he fail, that night
With Professor Jones?
He knows she's
When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little a while
Promise me you won't step out of line
[Verse
ran into the game
Nigga, stop playin' with Lil Wayne
Come on!
It ain't a game, nigga, I don't know who told you it was
I put holes in your mug if
on the boulevard
She met a man in a top hat
He said to call him Mr. Jones
He said a face like should be appreciated
Meeting you here well it must be fate
I got few
Honey when they gonna send me home
Bad sneakers and a Pina Colada my friend
Stompin' on the avenue
By Radio City with a
Transistor and a large sum
touch
My money come in 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
On the stereo or radio by George Jones
Yes I'm alright most of the time
If there's no one around to remind
Me of all the pain that I've known
Most of the time
Damn, they work me so damn hard
Work by nine, then off past five
And they work my nerves
That's why I cannot sleep at night (you know you can do it)
I feel sick with familiarity
Can't you see these trivialities?
Every Jack and Jill in the rumour mill
Every side-eye by the sea
Don't you crave
boys walk around with they chest up
Why every time that bitch just seen me out
She always be saying I’m next up
Bitch don’t you know I’m the best up
I
say, They say
Ha-ha
Big Jones
Never been da little one
You feel me
Better grab some Plies, nigga, yeah, and tighten up
Yeah, nigga, you know that,
'Chevro way' the wind blow, that's the corner we been Joe
Don't know where you been bro, but it's no quiz to me, you win though
When it's ten fo', good,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm tryin' to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean?
‘Elevator’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson and Keri ‘Coco’ Jones
VERSE 1 - Collin Gibson
I been in this cage for years
Raised like
ain't no sense in even faking
You know me I do it big by the bar and tell em jig
As soon as we walk in the do' we go straight to the dance flo
remember.... I did number four or five the other week and I... you know, it
was the other week, wasn't it? It's too f.... I was in here for a couple of days
're fearing another human being
You know what Dan, to be honest with you man
That's one thing, I could honestly say
You know what I'm saying
That I do not have
Oldsmobile driving by the moon
Headlights burning bright ahead of you
And someone's burning out, out on Condor Avenue
Trying to make a whisper out of you
slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper, the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away
Before the jackers jack
Police on the scene, you know what I mean
Passed me
linger and never forget
And when it's done we will walk where the road meets the sun
Waiting for you by the Santa Maria
How long does thou stay with
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