Lyrics:
or bowed to
By Bustopher Jones in white spats
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names
Is the name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of us
'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in
Jones
Well, it's time for us to be leaving
And it hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
And now she'll go her way and I'll go mine
But tomorrow
Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now
We meet every day at the same
the lifesaving supplements
That protect us from the evil world governments, oh
Alex Jones, Alex Jones,
Modern day Cronkite Alex Jones
Alex Jones, Alex Jones,
"And
Got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Girl, your kiss sweeter than a Toblerone
Smile bright like a gemstone
I had a good time writin this
me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so delit, you
the body looks like a corset
Pinned to the dirt, still feel the frost wet
Time to scream "Geronimo" although
My body's just cargo, also, I know
That one day
on the Nawfside one time)
Dope boy mentality, dope boy mentality
Walk in the kitchen, I make a fatality (finish him)
I feel like Takeoff, yeah we moving
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now
We meet every day
I'm Davy Jones's locker smith
Pickle lick she half way
Giving head like when a- just-
Just- just like GG Allin, eat my shit
You rodents talk alot of it
comin' in right now
Contact Right on time.
So don't worry about shit.
I'm a handle this nigga, man. This nigga in a
Classy-ass, motherfucking'
get along with T Jones, so he rolled jack
I was on Prozac before I was 12
Spent my senior year in high school, sittin' in jail
To no avail, I was
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why
and thats shits just another day
so please just hear me out
i started on the back row but now i'm on the front seats
jack jones back then but now they all
flirtatious ways
Jack was such a nice guy,
He was cursed to this day
Jack thought it was Karma that's why he let it go on
But he also thought it was fate he
Monkey Jones
your mac and cheese it’s ready it’s time to go home
Day-o
we say day-o
night time come
I don’t want to go home
Come mr tally man
tally me
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
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
Jim Jones ? Scarz
[Jim Jones]
I?m speeding through my days
off to see tomorrow but you
get one chance at life (one chance)
so if I do die
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones!
2 8 1, 3 3 oh, eight zero zero fo' baby, geah!
I'm holdin' wood wheel in the turnin' lane, in
by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
You know me; hundred dollar bills on my fold up, 80 4's every
Discuss these one day at a time by jack jones Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In