Home....home..... there is only some always fuckin` up you know i`ve been there Yeah i've been there but way down deep inside and swallowed up my pride
Ohh.. Heaven knows all that glitter isn't gold to hold u close, to deny the truth I wish I could but I can't so if you would please kiss me now, and I
Hook: Me, myself, myself and I. Just me, myself and I. Myself my-y-s-my-y-self, I, I, I, I, I, I, I. Me, myself, myself and I. Just me, myself and I.
I, oh I Don't care about about anybody but myself Oh yeah, you're right I don't play with other children well Why don't you understand I'm doin' all
No ohhh....no ooooohhh...ohhh....no oooohhh.... no oohhh...oohh...no oohhh...ooohhh i dont want to love you, just yet i just want to touch you....there
Ohh.. Heaven knows all that glitter isn't gold to hold u close, to deny the truth I wish I could but I can't so if you would please kiss me now, and
Our love Jones 'Cuz we got it goin' on You know it ain't wrong We can go on and on We can go on and on and on and on Our love Jones Not to be sleepin
jet miss Give her direction to the tele and a check list Arriving shortly with the items I requested Reinforce the frame with that Jive nigga repellin
the plastic The babes'll go spastic hip hop gains a classic Pimp playin' shock it don't matter I'm fatter Ax Butta how I zone, man Cleopatra Jones And
Shawn Kemp don't need the drink crooked I juice to get loose my favorite cartoon is Bullwinkle the Moose I'm 'bout to sting you like rubbing alcohol yes yes yall call me Ed Jones
ahead But the only thing you manage is to stay in the red Coppin' from John to sell to Rex And your jones for success has put your life in check You
mean me No doggone good Nobody loves me but my mother Sometimes I think She could be jiving, too Hey, nobody Nobody loves me but my mother And she could be jiving
act like a fan -- you wanna get signed? Get the whitest aandr you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can Lesson five get a hook-up at jive
contact with sheist bubblin' with Mr. Midnight And talkin' in jive floatations with cases of slick And shovelin' herb hip tone from black belt jones
Mrs. Smith and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night They pulled off of the highway when they saw my light It's a vacancy I offer them, what they offer
you back On my side of the railroad tracks Just blown in from Tokyo Hangin' out at the rock n' roll show You're lookin' for some kid to sign Catchin' jive
jealous mother-fucker this shit jammin' Ridiculous amounts of raw uncut talent On top of 8th street kicks Indiana No callin' me big bucks no wammies This year I'm screamin' jive