Lyrics:
of bluer skies ahead
Just when you think you will never ever, ever watch love begin again
Just when you think it’s the end...you get that letter from an old
No need to adjust your system
This song call it Jack Herer, cause a hit strong
Fist pump, Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me get in
As I sit up on bed side
Love watching the sun rise
Had a wonderful night
Just look at how time flies
Hazel wood fire burn when I look into your eyes
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
trip don't have to end tragic though
I got this love jones and it's no antidote
Wonder how it happened? I got the anecdote
Chemical reaction, mutual
habit Love tight blue jeans on a cute cowgirl
I got this honky-tonk habit I can't shake my Jones for Ernest and Merle
I used to drink a filth of jack
and female C.O.'s was lookin at your body at Riker's
I took time to write you a letter
But you wanted me to put dope in your sweater
I thought you was
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
you this love letter hope u write back
Just been focused on the money but I’m right back
When I’m hoppin onna track on i feel like Mike Jack
Lover
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
gone
Tearing down the 'jects creating plush homes
My circumstance is between Cabrini and Love Jones
Surrounded by hate, yet I love home
Ask my God
Clay said join ftf ya life gon change
Don't change your flow don't change ya swag remain the same
Man fuck a contract show some love we do the same
a dream but
I never get no sleep
Up all night getting higher
Then the nose bleed
Swear I was raised by a beast like Mogli
Came from the bottom, rats
nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
(Listen)
Two words, United States, no love, no breaks
Low brow, high stakes, crack smoke, Black folks
Big Macs, fat
hanging by a string
I been writing you this letter
Im just hoping that you hear it
When you ride it slow down I'm wanting you to feel
Right now I'm
The damage got me tallying the time until we marry - hope his trial miscarries
I hoard death-row letters score stories of hexes and love vendettas
The more
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
Just a few of my favorite lies . . .
Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
what, lace who? That ain't what Ma$e do
Got a lot of girls that'd love to replace you
Tell you to your face, boo, not behind your back
Niggas talk
Let us pray
Palms together
Easier to hate than it is to love
My soul to keep
Take your control
Don't let my spirit grieve
Hate than it is
the ones
That would take off work
To see my shows
The Aynom's and the Alex's
And every one that challenges
The norms
By requesting Truth Jones on radio
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