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got no home

Bowling Green, hey
Good old Bowling Green

I wish I was a bumble bee
Flying through the air
Take my true love by my side
Touch her
Every day I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks by exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night
Everyday I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks
By exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night
Let's go bowling
Let's go bowling, let's go bowling
Let's do it now

Because Wrestlemania's fine by me
Monster trucks are a sight to see
A cultured
Everyday I get up and pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks
By exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night
and bothered everyone
Never drove a spike, not a single one
Though now and then he'd give a tap

Mike McCormick was a steel drivin' man
Who never really gave
Well I'm on the last bus
You look like a murderess
A ba-ba-barbarian
Dyslexic librarian
She looks me in disgust
There's no room for distrust
I
head was hurting
it was bitten by insects
I watched the awkward way she waddled
walking to the pail
She always used to wash her worms
and clean
She packed her bags and moved to Florida 
I've been blue since she's been gone
And this bowling green motel room 
Is now my old Kentucky home
All
by her side
What she'd give for one more Sunday drive

She misses their Monday night bowling league
When they'd wear their matching shirts
She
I don't want to wake ya
When ya sleeping so quiet
The motorcycle going by outside
Are we the same?
Caught at the lights
Why are we going home
One for you Anna and one for you Anna to choose
One for you Anna and one for you Anna to choose

August by firelight now you can confide
August you
got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts

[Mike Jones]
Hoes peep when I creep up the block
Dope
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
reign and we pop, and daily
routine sweeps.
It's the fanatic, can't kick the habit, so there you have it, I'm a addict.
When I'm near the mike I gots
bottle down
And he grabbed me by my hair

[Chorus]

He threw me in the needle bed
Across my dress he lay
Then he pined my hands above my head
And I
turned my stomach
Now I’m the kid who collapses and then spazzes out in public
This time was a bowling alley, the first was in the yard
And kids in
charms us so
When balmy breezes blow to and fro

And tell me what street
Compares with Mott Street in July?
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by

The great
away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)

I'm back my music tracks about
not one of them
Lately you're unapproachable
You're like a plant that grows inside the house
Don't know if I should water you or I Should rip you by
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
Well I've been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk 
Sailing around 
With friends by my side 

I could read their lives on their skin
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

[Chorus]

[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
thumbscrew
The world's my oyster soup kitchen door frame by frame

Get back slap back backtalk halfback back track talkback
Back to back I'll be back
make the next guy look like an actor.
So the mandam wail like they matter, when I touch mike I see the man scatter,
And they wanna talk big, but when