Lyrics:
They really wanted me to do it
Huh
Well let's get it then
George Jones
Top of the morning
Lets give Him glory
Spitting my story
In cacciatore
That's
that's the serpents, and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a Jones comin' down, yo, I
I got
wanna go back
I feel so alone
Don't think ill ever be
The one I was before
Someone I used to know
Higher than the sky
Ill be there everyday
spend their money on clothes
It saddens me to think
That the only ones I see are mannequins
Looking stupid, being used and being thin
And I don't know
Someone who stays high
High
Watching their life go by
By, by
Someone content with riding behind
Ride that
Nigga
They come in all colors
White,
on me no liar
I'm your 23 your Scottie
Don't have to feel like you're all alone
My love runs deep like a baritone
Like Tammy Wynette and George Jones
that's the serpents, and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a Jones comin' down, yo, I
I got
Just like George Jones and one of his gold plated chrome tin microphones
Well the only time that I ever got booed is when I busted a rap by the 2 Live
hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Someone said (don't stop)
Back in high school, I used to bus
someone
the way that i love you
the way that i hope for you
I often had a broken heart
by small things people or just life
too many passions with empty
When you see me, you gon' try to avoid me
(You must was geeking)
I just might take a Perc' and then go turbo
Turn into Boston George by my peso
I
dust
Budget cuts like an uppercut from the upper class
All they serving is plates of suffering succotash
I know someone in power, someone behind
Vladivostok, got every side by Jerry Lee
But for accidents of disorder that guy could well be me
I want everybody to know this, I want everyone to hear
God
It was on the longest night
God God God
An eternity of darkness
God God God
Someone turned out the spiritual light
Brainwashed by
nothing
I used to play tough with the cops, had ideas
Told my girl who protest hold me a spot
And I'll go
Black folk know what talking white means
But
mother by an overdose
I got a weakness I got a hunger, I got a jones
I'm sick and I need to get well, I hurt deep in my bones
I got a weakness, I got
rent
Someone looking down on me I think it must be George
Reminiscing on the huskiness and soothing way he talked
It's me against the world but I'm used
off in the west set
Had a baby girl by some dude
I used to hear second-hand from her brethren
That the youth was vexed, "yo kardinal I need food"
I
false poets get done
One by one, by one by one
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
that two hours ago
I'm drinkin' alone
I know every song on that jukebox
I know how to hang up the phone
And I know that if I call on George Jones
I
the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's
to be my LOC
Now, you're just some random nigga that I used to know
You switched up on me, I thought you'll ride when I was low
You changed on the team
There's a moonshine party right up the street
I think I'll swing by and take a peek
I see a blue-eyed blonde girl starin' at me
She walk right over
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