Lyrics:
They call me Mick Jagger 'cause I 'Roll a lot of stones'
It's a whole lot of clones but only one Sweet Jones
Turnin' whores to carnivores, they just
wanna leave I just let her be
How could I stress when my weed six hundred
No that ain't the jar just the shit that I blunted
Hustla to my heart if I want
say, "Suicide," when dead bodies are swingin'
Cowards are huntin' black men, that's what I'm seein'
How many Tulsas have been burnt down?
And once
Shooters Shoot, so rappers rap
I guess that's what they say
When shit is meant for you
You just keep doing
What you was meant to do
And can't even
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
Our daddy liked George Jones
Haggard and Buck Owens
Momma liked The Eagles and The Beatles
And The Rolling Stones
When I was just a little kid
I
don't speak
Bring it back don't leak
No cap, it's deep, always better when you run it by me
I open up your eye G,
Corny rappers on me IG,
Then I got
the Jones' fence
And trampled George's lawn
Disemboweled the guy who calls the cops
When he hears my songs
Some might call it a horror story
I call it
I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down and the rest goin' for the high
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm
and a style
Man as fraud, and just wha day mi hear
She live a tenament yard, man a treat har like dog
She all a borrow all george and just wha day mi hear
I could take a break but I can't ignore the hate
It keeps knocking on my door when I'm just inside trying to create
Black people dying 'cause
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
Never gave fuck bout the politics but imma show em I'm leading by following
I'm just prayin' for wisdom to handle my business
I don't know my place up in
How can I go on when every thought hurts
I flirt with the notion of no more songs
My old familiar foe, self pity, haunts me
I'm stuck in some
way
That's a good way to get on my bad side
I like Van Halen, and I like George Jones
Charlie Daniels and the Rolling Stones
Bocephus when he
I’m sorry George Floyd got killed, I kneel
But I don’t feel white guilt, that’s real
Had guns in my face a bunch, by cops
Had my face slammed off my
lovin you against my will
Is on the radio cranked way up loud
Where George Jones don't need that rockin chair
And Travis has a quarter for someone who
Flava Flav, Negro
Low-key type, just want bread, I don't want the clout
I don't even rap, I just be doin' what I be talkin' bout
JONE$ where the plug,
As we transmit live here from the White House
At this landmark moment in time
Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um
Verse 1
'cause now
I'm focusin' too hard
On somethin' that's just too plain to see
I don't like when my girl try
To pull a MC Lyte
Jump out the whip, through
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
the radio
Don't mind me, I'm just getting country twisted
I got Jones to the left of me and Cash to the right
We got good ole' George shooting Strait tonight
It was the late nights
When I was calling your house
Met you up on the roof
So we could talk about how (Talk about how)
We'd make a great life
Just
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
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