Mr. Know It All - Tyanna Jones

Mr. Know-It-All Well ya, you think you know it all But ya don't know a thing at all Ain't it, ain't it something y'all When somebody tells you something 'bout you Think that they know you more than you do So you take it down, another pill to swallow Mr. Bring-Me-Down Well ya, ya like to bring me down, don't you? But I ain't laying down, baby, I ain't goin' down Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be Nobody gonna make a fool outta me, baby You should know that I lead, not follow Oh, you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely 'Cause baby, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me When and where to go, no right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me Mr. Play-Your-Games Only got yourself to blame When you want me back again But I ain't falling back again 'Cause I'm living my truth without your lies Let's be clear, baby, this is goodbye I ain't coming back tomorrow Oh, you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely 'Cause baby, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me When and where to go, no right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me So what? You've got the world at your feet And you know everything about everything But you don't You still think I'm coming back But baby, you'll see Oh, you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely 'Cause baby, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me When and where to go, no right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me Mr. Know-It-All Well ya, you think you know it all But ya don't know a thing at all Ain't it, yeah, baby, you don't know a thing about me You don't know a thing about me

Jack, from school He listened to Bowie People thought he was cool He used to live for the feel Skating around up in the Hollywood Hills But no one knows He's talking it up That it's all for show He's boring as fuck You're Mr. Know-It-All She's staring at her phone And even though you sit together You feel so alone It's such a tragedy When people hardly speak Try to live up to the person you pretend to be You're Mr. Know-It-All You're Mr. Know-It Jill, liked art She listened to Mozart People thought she was smart She used to quote Hemingway Trippin' on acid in the Palisade But no one knows That it's all for show You're Mrs. Know-It-All You're staring at his phone And even though you sit together You feel so alone It's such a tragedy When people hardly speak Try to live up to the person you pretend to be You must have known I tried to change with love, to say hello Please, don't hang up Afraid of what I'd say Hello, hello, hello I'm Mr. Know-It-All I'm Mr. Know-It-All Staring at my phone And even though we sit together I feel so alone It's such a tragedy We always used to speak Try to live up to the person I pretend to be I'm Mr. Know-It

Mr. Know It All Everyone's in love with you And no one calls You're lonely and you know it's true Little Miss Distress Begging you to tell her lies You know what's best You knew her sins and why she cries You're so lucky that you know everything You're so lucky, boy What a burden, that you know everything Mr. Know It All Mr. Never Wrong Time for you to change your tune Just like this song You know she's gonna leave you soon Call the kettle black Say she's not the real thing All that you lack You hear it when she sweetly sings You're so lucky, boy We don't know why You know everything So tell us why Tell us why you do The things you do To the only girl In love with you You're so lucky that you know everything You're so lucky, boy What a burden, that you know everything Mr. Know It All You're so lucky, boy (You're so lucky) We don't know why You know everything (You're so lucky) So tell us why Tell us why (You're so lucky) You do the things you do To the only girl (You're so lucky) In love with you

Damn you're so dull Still need to borrow your hate Change what they can Persuade us back under cover Oh old you're so over Who made you king of the ages? Tending the wounds Thinking of adding another But the chosen Never wrong He sat holding Several thoughts I'll take anything that's not bolted down Bolted down Tricking us in, don't get along if they're brothers So phasing it out, correcting vision with fists And drawing a line, still give it less than a week Checking the wounds, thinking of adding another But the chosen Never wrong He sat holding Several thoughts I'll take anything that's not bolted down Bolted down Free what's bolted down Chosen Never wrong He sat holding Several thoughts I'll take anything that's not bolted down He was chosen Never wrong He sat holding Several thoughts I'll take anything that's not bolted down

Well all I know is everything I've learned And if I'm changing that's the reason that I'll turn Into someone I can trust Before I turn back into dust There's an answer but I wouldn't be concerned Out of everything I've seen and all I've heard And everywhere I've been around the whole wide world There's still something I can't find I've been lost within my mind Since you fell out of my sight without a word Well I thought I knew it all Till I crashed into the wall Let me learn from my mistakes And try to pick up all the pieces Well the night we met I thought you were the one Yes and when you left I nearly came undone There's a million miles to go At the end I still won't know What I did to ever send you on the run Now the memories just keep flying 'round and 'round And I'm traveling faster than the speed of sound Well the bigger I stand tall It's the harder I may fall On the day my vices lay me in the ground Well I thought I knew it all Till I crashed into the wall Let me learn from my mistakes And try to pick up all the pieces Well all I know is everything I've learned And if I'm changing that's the reason that I'll turn Into someone I can trust Before I turn back into dust There's an answer but I wouldn't be concerned Well I thought I knew it all Till I crashed into the wall Let me learn from my mistakes And try to pick up all the pieces Let me learn from my mistakes And try to pick up all the pieces

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)