Jon Bones Jones

Song: Jon Bones Jones

Album: Makin' Mistakes & Feelin' Great

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 11, 2011

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/jon-bones-jones-feat-k-raydio

Let’s be honest, or somewhere near the buildin’

No I can’t say I never meant to hurt your feelings

Long haul, long term is all I ever wanted

So tell your father “fuck off” and “Thank you for the Honda”

The pay off to doin’ what I do

Isn’t the same as you and your cubicle

Steady income, I still rock it day-jobless

Off the reason why you take your ipod to the office

I won’t treat it any different than it started

No flow, no beat to a body half hearted

And this is all I could salvage from the disappointment

And the ruins. Grab a nail- join in.

I understand if you’re afraid

But I’ve seen trees, let alone grass grow from the grave

I don’t doubt someday we’ll get there

But for now, I just wanna see you smile along the way

Grandma told me to work it out

(I tried, I tried)

It hit the fan and the worst went

(My, oh my)

Don’t wanna wind up with a musician

(Why, oh why)

Can’t this thing workout on the third time

Same bus stop, different arrival

Same DJ, different vinyl

It’ll make sense when it’s time to

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Let’s go down in flames

Damn good landin’ if you can walk away

This is how to jump off without the wings

Fly Fly Fly

Bye Bye Bye

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And there it is- get it while it’s clever

We already made it rain, this ain’t about the weather

It’s been Miller Time, don’t need a clock to measure

Kid Fresh for now, L’Ouverture forever

This chick asked me “Ten years from now where you wanna be?”

I said “Right here, still sippin’ coffee”

Writin’ salutations to my wife

And pointers to my kids how not to fuck up in life

Memoirs for the debt chart, the kick start

The dead parts, the fadin’ red stars

See I can’t take your friendship and tell you that I care

I don’t want to dead-lift another vanity fair

And get ugly w-when it could be

Somethin’ like it is now, so delovely

Top rockin’ upbeat, on tour to run free

Yes, we run the streets- the streets don’t run we

And you got your dream job- ain’t it somethin’

You’re a smart girl, you’re gonna make a lotta money

Love it

Glad your priorities finally fit the budget

The price we pay won’t always match the offer

And I good poker face still can’t hide the losses

I’m here. I’m callin’ you out. Mr. Otter

Wrapped up the show, countdown already started

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