You followed me to Texas, you followed me to Utah, We didn't find it there so we moved on. Then you went with me to A-la-bam', Things looked good in Birmingham, We didn't find it there so we moved on. I know you're tired of fol-low-ing My elusive dreams and schemes For they're only fleeting things, My elusive dreams. You had my child in Memphis then I heard of work in Nashville, But we didn't find it there so we moved on. To a small farm in Nebraska, to a gold mine in Alaska, We didn't find it there so we moved on. I know you're tired of fol-low-ing My elusive dreams and schemes For they're only fleeting things, My elusive dreams. Now we've left A-las-ka because thewas no gold mine, But this time only two of us moved on. And now all we have is each other and a little memory To cling to and still you won't let me go on alone. I know you're tired of following My elusive dreams and schemes For they're only fleeting things, My elusive dreams.

I can't change you So I mines replace you I ain't the type to fist fight or chase u So Disgraceful Let the next dude afuck face u I hate you Let him cum on ur frontals gave u facials How u gonna front boo I made you I Don't even have the courage to face u Don't have nothing elseto say to u As my wifey I embraced u Now I'm likely to erase you Out my life... U so ungrateful Can't even say thank you To the gifts I done gave u New whips and appraisals I uplift and praised u Made a way for you And what you do I don't love U I hate you The one... ain't you Wish I can I I'm paint you Mona Lisa... u owe on my visa Now I'm having these wet lucid dreams U was too good as it seemed I'm vexed... past extreme Pass that weed. I need that sativai Barely believed ya But I loved u so much... I would see stuff... And ignored it Wish I can take back all all of it That's a fact fast forward it But past is enormous Now I'm on sick wished woulda been callled the quits Now I feel like a dick in font of all my friends Cause they all gonna say "see i told u" Yeah what ever I'm anti social Use to post u On my instagram and Facebooky I get it dammsss I'm lame I took A hoe. And try to turn her into a house wife Don't even sound right I know... down right Stupid. I was sooo foolish Unwoke. Stroke by Cupid u stupid both

She's a gambler spinning wheels The poisoned victim a look of steal The coldest heart you've ever felt The coldest hands you've ever held Ticking down on her way A million miles still no headway Has her love truly blown In her mind I'm proud to roam She's elusive I'm awake Defiantly real there's nothing fake A mystery now to me and you Open my eyes as I'm next to you She says my destiny lies in the hands that set me free A wreckless night she hears me breathe Cursing the skies of this company You've lost the wisdom deep inside Her bitterness shows its side If it's true I am doomed What more is there to hold on to A strand of hair is all I own A gift to me this sorry soul She's elusive I'm awake Defiantly real there's nothing fake A mystery now to me and you Open my eyes as I'm next to you She says my destiny lies in the hands that set me free Something says this ain't right There's more to her than meets the eye She comes and goes at any time Back in my head to another time She's elusive I'm awake Defiantly real there's nothing fake A mystery now to me and you Open my eyes as I'm next to you She says my destiny lies in the hands that set me free

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.)