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Jody Jones II
Jody Jones II
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Lately I been with it all if it's get low If you hit my line, it's dead phone Like a movie at 9, when the mall close I choose from the rack, what's the look for Take three steps back for couture If you check my slang, let me check your watch Man, I ain't gotta press for looks When your phone gets quiet at night The screen won't shine as bright F5 for the same hotline, Off mine imma charge plus tax Everybody wants the world But you piss on the earth, so you think you deserve What you don't you a perp, hit five on the curb Still clap in the church Clap clap for the works Get sentimental What she on Same thing he on Might meet him, bet I believe em You belong right here with him, I met widow Collect small fiddles Small acts in the parking lot Too close, one round, bet it's on the spot I maneuver around the block Elevators all day up and down at night Why am I obsessed with time It's never helped me get where I belong Equip the soul with my lighter then Brand new folder closed then we all pretend So, I don't feel no shame Up in the cut so diamonds rough Now there can't be a way Speak my peace Sit down and listen cause we're not the same Who don't want to play in the paint I don't have much to offer But a really nice smile and wave How to beat Lebron in a day Looking out for these gold leaf pastures Just catch my drift, not magic No wands or wants all action Tried to make your boy a captive, three square meals and a lab rat How they think they read, like who wrote that, huh Go and get my sword bring the hunts back They just war on a Monday How they think the road that we was going had a lot of lights yeah Parachute for daily doubles trying to save my hideaway, hideaway Writings give me no choice I've been losing my voice Tea been helping me avoid The worst of my best days, through the cracks and bills Up in my spine the chill Just pen my family's will I turn the whole show off Doesn't take second to rearrange thoughts Why am I obsessed with time It's never helped me get where I belong Equip the soul with my lighter then Brand new folder closed then we all pretend
Writer(s): Jody Jones Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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