Lyrics:
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
the summer is gone
You had to go back home
Please come and see me again
I never felt more alone
Baby, I am missing you
I want you by my side
And I hope
the summer is gone
You had to go back home
Please come and see me again
I never felt more alone
Baby, I am missing you
I want you by my side
And I hope
me spitting game and come home with me, in the turning lane
But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine to maintain
Day to day grind to stacking
love in the moonlight
Ah-yippie-yi-yu
Ah-yippie-yi-yeah
Ah-yippie-yi-yu-ah
Now the summer is gone
You had to go back home
Please come and see me again
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
I watch DVD's
Now I'm hot hoes peepin' me spittin' game
And come home with me, in the turnin' lane
But befo' all this fame came, I sold cocaine
Woopie-yay-woo
Yippie-yay-woho
Yippie-yay-yeah
Woopie-yay-woo
Yippie-yay-woho
Now the summer is gone
You have to go back home
Please come and see me again
I
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Jones, he passed away, of a broken heart
And just plain unhappiness.
CHORUS
(It's too late, he's goin' home)
Come and get me Mr. jones
(It's too late,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault your positions
Waste
still pleading his case
Come home wit me, hoes say "let's jones wit you"
But I wouldn't take them home wit you
Come home wit me, get stoned wit me
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
Borderline genius
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones's body
Gave you auditions
They say I'm a gymnast in business
My summersault
red's
I run the f&f crew
Till my man chilly-chill come home and he back on deck
My garage keep a very fast car keep a classic gold chain wrapped around
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
(ay, yeah)
No matter how far you've gone, you can always come back home
Back home to Jesus (ooh, yeah)
I live to be loved by You (by You, by You)
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He’s just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
Look at the life that I been through
We the last real niggas alive
That’s
I had a Pilot Jones (what you know about him?)
She took me high (oh, did she now?)
Then she took me home (you talkin' 'bout?)
Pilot Jones, Pilot
or go home
Boom on these niggas like jiggaboo Jones
Boom on these niggas like jiggaboo Jones
Boom on these niggas like... uh
Know im the shit when i get
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
and thats just in the car
Borderline genius
Scientists swear by me
Imagine Einstein in Carmen Jones' body
Gave you auditions, they say I'm a gymnast in
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