Lyrics:
Jones, he passed away, of a broken heart
And just plain unhappiness.
CHORUS
(It's too late, he's goin' home)
Come and get me Mr. jones
(It's too late,
comin' clearer
I had a funny feeling that today will be the day
That someone tries to blow my motherfuckin' ass away
But hey, I'm running out of time
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
clearer
I had a funny feeling that today will be the day
That someone tries to blow my motherfucking ass away, but hey
I'm running out of time to be
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
again
Friday night drive me crazy
Saturday take my breath away
Friday night drive me crazy
Saturday take my breath away
Hey Hey Hey
Well just maybe
I
I want to be a pirate !
Hey Jolly Roger white and black
There go the pirates
Hey jolly Roger white and black
The pirate ship is turning back
Last
the sun goes down
It's plain to see, anyone can tell
You figured it out all for yourself
We'll find a way - Hey!
Yeah, there's no denying why we're
crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by
P Diddy:
What's going on
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell me
P Diddy:
People dying, people crying, Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother, there's too many of you
eyes
Hey Lizzy
Hey Lizzy stay
Hey Lizzy stay there
Hey you
With the still of city lights
I’m feeling every sigh
I guess I’m passing by
Hey you
I wish I was away from this
Playing my guitar for my blues to fade away
oh yeah
I wish I didn’t need all this
carrying on in a pet cage day by day
about me
Dear white people, you should take a course about me
'Cause, is it the law, ding a ling four-finger ring?
The sciences and the arts, the songs
slangin Nigga
By any means you want to stop the team we pull the Trigga
?????
Red Red Go away!
cause a nigga want to play
Leave me here
????
Damn, that there is sexy
But you know the kind of girls I like D
Let me tell ya how I like 'em
Trip ..
I like tall ones, white ones, fat ones, black
cos I'm a rip tonight
Cos I'm scaring ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time
a tombstone
But hey, don't listen to me
This wasn't meant to be no sad song
We've heard too much of that before
Right now I only want to be with you
Till
with
Some Hey! Brian Krokus, ladies
And gentlemen, right back there!
He is our mixer
And of course there's another mixer out
In the truck and you can't
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
I was told of a river
Flowing down to the plain
Pouring into your soul like rain
Standing on a bank there's a girl dressed in white
With long hair
Confounded
By your words meant well
So, hold me
As we set to rise again
There is much to find
In our ties that bind
Reach out
For the days to come
Your
dog knock a opp off
Set his ass on fire, I smell popcorn
I walk inside the strip club
Buy what I want then I go hey
All this white up in my house
These
Wide awake,
white as snow,
something touches,
now its all aglow.
It’s just a word,
just a name,
how could I, throw it away?
I was born before,
I
P Diddy:
What's Going On
Jermaine Dupri:
Tell Me
P Diddy:
People Dying
People Crying
Lord help us
Bono:
Mother, mother
There's too many of you
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