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Ain't too much else that I could do about it
I get impatient but it's alright
I told myself I gotta cool down
Just let it happen on its own time
Ain't too much else that I could do about it
Ain't too much else that I could do
Are we Adam and Eve or are we atoms and matter?
Fact of the matter, that doesn't matter
Imagine I've had some moments that puzzled my puppet master
A different page, another chapter
A clouded vision
Then came the natural disaster
Are these tears from heaven or god with a bad bladder?
Blacker the grape, greater the wrath of the apes
Pay by the glass for a taste of it after it get to Napa
Valleys and peaks I navigate
With my speech
Alleys and streets,
I gravitate to the freaks
Gallery piece, they gather to gab about me
Or put a gat to my teeth and grab a bounty
And y'all could hold Essex county accountable
For the dirty rotten scoundrel flow
Look I could put like 20 down, that's if we counting toes
It's mr. jones, not the counting crows
I'm right over your head bitch look out below
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Ain't too much else that I could do about it
I get impatient but it's alright
I told myself I gotta cool down
Just let it happen on its own time
Ain't too much else that I could do about it
Ain't too much else that I could do
Give it up one time
For Mr. Jones
Haha!
It's Saturday Night