Lyrics:
the house
Jenny Jones A.K.A. Shawnna
Same ol' charge, wanted in 8 states
What's yo story this time?
Oh yes, yo' honor I see we talkin' again
I have no
of the kids that grew up here
When Grandma's at that table she sits by that empty space
Sometimes she sits and talks to him like she still sees his face
She
the favorite tunes
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard
Was big bad Solomon Jones
And watching over his luck
Was the love of his life
Is the lady that
comes rushing in the door
He's an old man, he's out of breath and I'm thinking, oh my God, what's wrong, Grandpa, what's wrong
He holds his hand up
grandpa
Gone I watch the sky
I say bout 4 bitches all up in my life done
Ever seen my crying
Known to toot file I’ll never lie
And once I’ll do I’ll be
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Mr. Jones has a little problem
If I had eyes I'd see that it was me
He's the size of a man with
I know it smell like weed up in here
Rolling with some real G's up in here
Never clock fear up in here
I got what you need up in here
Here it is
Got
What the fuck
Y'all niggas supposed to be family man
Niggas out here fightin in the
Street and shit man
After ten long, years, guess who comin, home
here" And that was enough
Why were we packing up our stuff? Why was
My grandma hugging me tighter than usual?
Where were we going? "We're going to Disney
a big oak on the other side
Where I took my grandpa's pocket knife
And I carved their names with tears in my eyes
When we join grandma, and the by
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
Huh-huh, here we go, you know that I'm the rebel
Throwing out the wicked like God did the Devil
Funky like
the girls passed by and he winked his eye;
He said, "I'm July Jones,
I'm the man for you, I'm six foot two,
All muscle, meat and bones."
Chorus:
Great
just out here amongst the constellations
Surrounded by ocean, surrounded by space
Lost in a forest dream
Sometimes I just fall, smoke screams from my
that we fought
I swear my grandma's supposed to be here
My grandpa's supposed to be here
I never understood it but finally I can see clear
My little
I'm from that dirty, dirty, you can tell by the slang
Switch a lane in the rain, it's a sudden thang
I'm so Texas like Austin, Mike Jones, I'm
winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
we'd be sitting on a tailgate hanging
tipping back something grandpa made and
trying to talk some
But when it came to Boxing Day
It soon became so clear
Why Aunt Ellie Mae had been so keen
To say I'm outa here
When grandpa played the banjo
We all
songs along
The bottoms of barrels , let us be free
So out come you clowns, all you wolves, all you martyrs
You holy rat rattlers, holy found fathers
Take me away from here
Away from here Can you
Do It Take me
Away From here
Anywhere But here
Can you Prove it Take me
Away from Anywhere But here
it out but I'm a little unsure
I can't sleep here tonight
Won't ask, do I really wanna know
What Jones was doing last night
What happened
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
meets the sun
[Katie Herzig]
Don't disappear
[Matthew Perryman Jones]
Darling I want you
[Katie Herzig]
Don't leave me here
[Matthew Perryman Jones
money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch
I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style,
No for real ask your grandpa can I have
family
In blood and tears and smiles
Mixed with promises and fear
And we wonder how we'll ride here
We wonder how we'll fare
We're ready for so much
We
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