Me & Mr. Jones

Nobody stands in between me and my man It's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh, Slick Rick) And thought that I didn't love you when I did (when I did) Can't believe you played me out like that No, you ain't worth guest list Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls) You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself) Can't believe you played yourself like this Ruler's one thing, but come Brixton Nobody stands in between me and my man 'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) What kind of fuckery are we? Nowadays, you don't mean dick to me (dick to me) I might let you make it up to me (make it up) Who's playing Saturday? What kind of fuckery are you? 'Side from Sammy, you're my best black Jew (best black Jew) But I could swear that we were through (we were through) I still wonder 'bout the things you do Mr Destiny, nine and 14 Nobody stands in between me and my man 'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones Mr. Jones (me and Mr. Jones) Me and oh