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Mosez Jones
Mosez Jones
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Mosez Jones
Mosez Jones
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Will that be quits then? Will we have paid our debt to you? If you insist, it's always good to shake on it Watt, can I ask a few questions? (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I'm a drum kicker, I ain't a gunslinger But if you got a problem, know a couple quick fingers I'm a loose cannon, baby, I do damage I be Knievel whenever the devil speaks Spanish Mami, you took chances, and I ain't mad at you But don't come runnin' when the view looking like The Hamptons Man, you're too dramatic, and I keep it mellow I'll meet you in another life where the center folds Man, I love it though, you my kaleidoscope She said, "Never thought I'd be with a writer though" (yeah-yeah-yeah) So I write a note in hopes to reach your door Take a second, you decide where you wanna go (yeah-yeah-yeah) Maybe next me? Maybe next to him? But it's okay 'cause I'm always happy with the pen So I lay back, kick it with my dolo And they always ask, "Why you riding solo?" And of course, man, I'd rather be next to you But I don't got time for the bickering And this room only big enough for the two Come on, baby, show me what you're working with Got the drink and a little bit of pay-per-view Don't really care who tryna listen in Walk around like you got somethin' else to prove But with me, baby, I don't see a difference I can see it (uh, huh), you like the pretty things (uh, huh) You like the camera flash (uh, huh) with the pinky ring (uh, huh) And you like the bling, well, I ain't got it though (I ain't got it) But one day, I'll sit up on a pedestal So they made it a dream, made to deceive Put us back in the chains, not knowing the fine print I know where the time went, I know where the time spent But history repeats itself, forever we rhymin' (rhymin') And of course, man, I'd rather be next to you But I don't got time for the bickering And this room only big enough for the two Come on, baby, show me what you're working with Got the drink and a little bit of pay-per-view Don't really care who tryna listen in Walk around like you got somethin' else to prove But with me, baby, I don't see a difference
Writer(s): Jordan Willey, Olivier Boulard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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