I don't Jones for nothing 'cause that's a waste. Waste of space in my frontal lobe. And I just sit, deal with it, don't have a fit. Do you know what I'm sayin'?.
Everything seems turning. And the jam starts to break circles. And red and not pink. . I know it's not my place. But something to face. My economy seems to be.
I don't Jones for nothing 'cause that's a waste. Waste of space in my frontal lobe. And I just sit, deal with it, don't have a fit. Do you know what I'm sayin'?.
(Make it funky like this). . I was at this club minding my tea. I saw this fine young thing, so, I thought that I would see. I don't smoke but I asked her for a cigarette.
I used to have this idea. That getting a silver medal wouldn't set me free. Oh, but you know that I really don't need. Catch or fame or credit. Nor a big fat bank account with no debit.
It's good to be alive in the peaceful revolution. An honor to observe the beautiful solution. I tip my hat to we the people in order. To form a more perfect world.