Lyrics:
Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I
favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me
Looked into the future
Yeah, we
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no no no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no no no
Mr. Jones has a little problem
If I had eyes I'd see that it was me
He's the size
vision, got my eyes peeled
Freddy Kreuger tearing the quota, and leave 'em sleeping with the fishes
Just spooning with Davy Jones
Imma send 'em down
Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I
a slave all night tired to your bones
You'll be lyin' to the future ex-Mrs Jones
Well I don't expect an angel after all you're a man
But you run it in
Mrs. Jones maiden name Susan Roberts
Danny Jones her husband loving nice
Their second boy named for her father Casey
Middle name William, and no
'Cuz I'm leaving
Mr. Jones County
He's as Stuck on these roads
As the painted white lines
I'm flying by
Mr. Jones County
And that crown he wears
Is only
WE CRIED IN PAIN
NOW YOU'RE SO ALONE LIKE A FLY IN THE RAIN
SO TIRED OUT. WHAT'S UP MR.JONES?
SO TRY IT OUT. WHAT'S UP MR.JONES?
SO TRY IT NOW. WHAT'S
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
you sweat
I'll tie you to your bed
I'll tie you to your bed
Mrs Jones denies it's strong
But we know that something's wrong
All night long she
WE CRIED IN PAIN
NOW YOU'RE SO ALONE LIKE A FLY IN THE RAIN
SO TIRED OUT. WHAT'S UP MR.JONES?
SO TRY IT OUT. WHAT'S UP MR.JONES?
SO TRY IT NOW. WHAT'S
Mr. Jones in the middle of the door
Stepping in to step out
He's in town, he doesn't make a sound
What's this, what is this about
Oh, I figured
Neon lights
Neon lights, city nights, in the glow we collide
Electric dreams, it seems, we're racing with the tide
Future's call, echoes through
chance
The futures' right in front of you
‘SCUSE ME MRS JONES, WHERE DID cMERICc GO
DID cMERICc GO
BLINDED BY THE CITY LIGHTS
LOST IN cMERICc, BUT cMERICc
Following the phone call between Mr. Mooks and Jiby
Mr. Choko Noko calls Mr. Mooks in order to determine the future of their relationship
As well
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
went insane like Jones too just by proxy listening to this bullshit
So badly did I want populism in Trump to be real
The movement was real it was
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
motherfuckers can't sit here and mock me feel like Bizzy Bone
Nigga coulda been a star, but he couldn't get off that shit like Jon Jones
Yea that bitch is a model
TOMORROW NEVER COMES
Words and Music by Denny Leroux & Terry Campbell
Mr Jones is a sinner He can’t help himself today
Swears he’s going back
to feel.
Aren't we all? Holding on for something real?
He's got your back he's got your number!
He's by your side when shit goes under.
Kevin Jones! Kevin
I’m cruising they abusin
Jones: Epileptic seizures from my futures leisures
Writin epithets to cure the worlds diseases
Wizzy: not just one i’m
our future with our kids in it
Every time we push the fly rise they slaven ya
Soon we'll be rappin for Saudi Arabia
Dear Mr. President
The world
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