Lyrics:
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
I'ma let em have it, take em for a ride, damn he wants to make me set it off
I'ma bury you muthafuckas without a coffin
Never taking no shorts we never
Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust
Oh it's humorless, it's humorless
They look me over, one up and one down
I can tell they're
I never even cared to ask
Take the plate off in the oven
Leave the flub rug in the tub
Yeehaw
Apple jacks
Apple jacks
Apple jacks
Apple jacks
Apple
blame it
All on Jack
Who's Jack you ask me
You say, I say it every time
But the rhyme goes
Into your head down
on em rip shit
Jack the ripper bitch
Slash em with a axe, in the back
Jack nicholson
Kicking down ya door, welcome home, know you stay alone
Where
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
had like jazz
If you down for change then they take your voice away
And then they tell you the best is white
Co-signed by a nigga that pimped the mic
your best
Wearing that same old shabby dress
So you stay at home, waiting by the phone
For another dem sweet lies (sweet lies)
The kind you doubt
own songs
Bein' in they own worlds
So I guess I, I guess I
The terminology, the psychology
You still expect me to accept
Do what I say off of TV,
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
then again it hit me
I've got Jim and Jack and Hank
Take your string bikinis, your apple martinis
Take what's left there in the bank
Take your flat iron
a flapjack
A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack
Just call me Jack Kerouac
Click-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack
Pattacake,
He's a jack of all suits, but only parks
When chips are down, when it gets dark
Homey will get smart
His brand of naff tastes just like home
(Jack
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
To live a life of Riley in a beat down
need a half-back Bobby boy
Who can run?
There's a man to see you in the office Jack
Bob, I'm going home I've had a rotten day (you are home, Jack
whoo ch'boogie
Choo choo, choo choo ch'boogie
Take me right back to the track, Jack
I'm gonna settle down by the railroad track
And live the life
bones
Before I know, we be singing this melody
Stop the car, pull out the guitar
Halfway to New Orleans
Said take me home, home, home, home
Take me home
home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
hurt
Even though the sun ain't out you
Refuse to take ya shades off
You starin' at the tombstone
Wishin' you could rip the fuckin' name off
Me? I know
my house keys, I escape to Arizona
I know I'll take (My) home with me, and let myself free
I stopped by my friend Jack's
In no time he had packed
With
to the ballgame,
Take me out with the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, for the home team,
If they
me wish they brought back the no rap workday
You don't have the pomposity
To take on this lyrical monstrosity known as S.I.D.E
I add pulp to your
some weed
Though he used to snort coke and dabble with speed
Welcome home, homie, here's a blunt with that
You know the rules, bitch, take two and pass
.png/300px-Jack_Savoretti_2019_(2).png "Jack Savoretti")
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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