Jail Ringtones

I thought you were different But I found out quickly That I was wrong In the town we grew up in There's just no changing It's been the same for so long The cracked blinds bleed sunlight into the room Forcing you to embrace a grim reality in bloom When will you grow up? I thought I was different But I found out quickly That you and I We are the same

One day, the strain I've never felt like this before Our lives, capsize, I've never been, before my God Why must you kneel for me? Instrumental I write for sight One day you'll find me in the corner More sublime But I still never died before Instrumental

Да, на нас весь cash, двигаюсь с Louis bag Jakes не палит нас, они знают - это wack Да, под нами весь hood, выкрали ваши root Поменяли маршрут и всех ваших gang shoot Да, на нас весь cash Режим night mode, атмосфера кипит Дай мне три минуты - мы окажемся внутри Пока банки плачут Мы погрузим пачку, они ничего не скажут Если мы угоним, roll'им инкассаторскую тачку Осталось пять минут, и нас накроют копы Доставай патроны, надо прикрыть как-то жопу Bust a move, место тут, money есть, делаем hool Прячем cash под землёй, кто-то вызвал пять-ноль И я ничего не помню Помню только, где наши бабки и обоймы Вокруг ходят jakes, и решётка, допросы, но всё чётко Никто не узнает, где лежит эта находка Делаю заточку, bloody mood Этой ночью мы выберемся точно Мой man оформит по звоночку Пару kill, две мобилы, завалил их и вали Раскопали, пару метров, пули, деньги - всё внутри Ха, да ты только посмотри Они даже не нашли здесь все купюры и нули Мы поделим, мы поделим все рубли Ага, у-вах Да, на нас весь cash, двигаюсь с Louis bag Jakes не палит нас, они знают - это wack Да, под нами весь hood, выкрали ваши root Поменяли маршрут и всех ваших gang shoot Да, на нас весь cash, двигаюсь с Louis bag Jakes не палит нас, они знают - это wack Да, под нами весь hood, выкрали ваши root Поменяли маршрут и всех ваших gang shoot

Take what you want Take everything Take what you want Take what you want Better that I change my number, so you can't explain Violence in the night, violence in the night Priors, priors, do you have any priors? Well, that one time, I'll be honest I'll be honest, we all liars, let it go I'll be honest, we all liars I'll be honest, we all liars I'm pulled over and I got priors Guess we going down, guess who's going to jail? Guess who's going to jail tonight? Guess who's going to jail tonight? Guess who's going to jail tonight? God gon' post my bail tonight Don't you curse at me on text, why you try to hit the flex? I hold up, like, "What?" I scroll, I scroll up like, "Next" Guess who's getting 'exed? Like, next Guess who's getting 'exed? You made a choice, that's yo' bad, single life ain't so bad But we ain't finna go there, something's off, I'll tell you why Guess who's going to jail tonight? What a grand plan to sell you out I could scream and shout, let it out I'll be honest, we all liars I'll be honest, we all liars I'm pulled over and I got priors Guess we going down, guess who's going to jail tonight? Guess who's going to jail tonight? Guess who's going to jail tonight? Guess who's going to jail tonight? God gon' post my bail tonight God in my cell, that's my celly Made in the image of God, that's a selfie Pray five times a day, so many felonies Who gon' post my bail? Lord, help me Hol' up, Donda, I'm with your baby when I touch back road Told him, "Stop all of that red cap, we goin' home" Not me with all of these sins, casting stones This might be the return of The Throne (Throne) Hova and Yeezus, like Moses and Jesus You are not in control of my thesis You already know what I think 'bout think pieces 'Fore you ask, he already told you who he think he is Don't try to jail my thoughts and think pre-cents I can't be controlled with programs and presets Reset On my cell, in my cell tonight Don't have to see you to touch you This is what braille look like, it's on sight, woo, woo, woo If they take me to jail, call my girl, tell her, send my mail We know what Hell look like, still, it's a hell of a life, yikes Guess who's going to jail tonight? Guess who's going to jail tonight? Guess who's going to jail tonight? God gon' post my bail tonight

City lights giving way to starry skies I couldn't think of a better place or time So I'll take your hand and put it into mine These days, I'm feeling fine Much more than if I tried Effortless and kind You're the epitome of everything I had in mind I'll try to play it cool But it's so hard to breathe when you're right by my side These days, I feel alive Much more than if I tried So hold on and leave me Right where I wanna be Bright and early Every morning with you Bright and early Every morning with you around With distant nights Crawling into view, I'm lost again Then I see you And my outlook starts to mend Thеse days, I feel alright Much more than if I tried So hold on and lеave me Right where I wanna be I'll do anything to make this stick Bright and early Every morning with you Bright and early Every morning with you around There's nowhere that I'd rather be There's nowhere that I'd rather be There's nowhere that I'd rather be There's nowhere that I'd rather be

Free up! (Busy) From captivity (Sound it) All who cut off the fucking bracelet (Watch it) All who dead from the leash (Refugee) Busy! Seh wi nah go a jail again (Oh no!) And wi never going fail again (Oh no!) Like a ship wi ago sail again (Oh oh!) You would a never see mi call mi friend fi bail again Nah see mi a court house no more (Oh no!) Nuh praise get up inna house no more (Oh no!) Mi step out and hold mi own fi sure (Oh oh!) Real hustlers a road a mek money galore. So mi seh if you never been to jail before You affi keep a eye open even if you snore Wha mount a card board some man a beat it pon di floor Tired fi mark X and hear the state doors a roar - plus di warder dem If you ever been behind the bars All though some innocent dem of to live with the scars You can't snitch cause any day you come a road a war You can weak because man wi dip in a you cookie jar Seh wi nah go a jail again (Oh no!) And wi never going fail again (Oh no!) Like a ship wi ago sail again (Oh oh!) You would a never see mi call mi friend fi bail again Nah see mi a court house no more (Oh no!) Nuh praise get up inna house no more (Oh no!) Mi step out and hold mi own fi sure (Oh oh!) Real hustlers a road a mek money galore Mi seh thugs deh pon dah side yah and the spliff di pon di otha Caan diss nuh man weh a do life in a dem yard Get beatin from the warden if you go round di order You caan drop no soap pon di border like she-ba-da You caan - have a next man a plait you hair You caan - have a next man a spot you rear Caan - have so much money and food pon you promissory And a gwaan like you no waan share. Seh wi nah go a jail again (Oh no!) And wi never going fail again (Oh no!) Like a ship wi ago sail again (Oh oh!) You would a never see mi call mi friend fi bail again Nah see mi a court house no more (Oh no!) Nuh praise get up inna house no more (Oh no!) Mi step out and hold mi own fi sure (Oh oh!) Real hustlers a road a mek money galore. So mi seh if you never been to jail before You affi keep a eye open even if you snore Wha mount a card board some man a beat it pon di floor Tired fi mark X and hear the state doors a roar - plus di warder dem If you ever been behind the bars All though some innocent dem of to live with the scars You can't snitch cause any day you come a road a war You can weak because man wi dip in a you cookie jar Seh wi nah go a jail again (Oh no!) And wi never going fail again (Oh no!) Like a ship wi ago sail again (Oh oh!) You would a never see mi call mi friend fi bail again Nah see mi a court house no more (Oh no!) Nuh praise get up inna house no more (Oh no!) Mi step out and hold mi own fi sure (Oh oh!) Real hustlers a road a mek money galore.

You're spinning it like you know Shooting gazes, passing judgment as you go Never try to see my way Can't say what you want me to say What's the point of conversation When they all end up the same? Below your frame You know You'll blame Blame it all on me You know that you'll blame Blame it all on me So high and mighty, looking down on me Distant reflection, still plain to see Dispel deflection in a different direction But what it comes down to be is Never try to see it my way Can't say what you want me to say What's the point of conversation when They all end up the same? Just go Mind's made up and it shows I'll stay below your frame You know You'll blame Blame it all on me You know that you'll blame Blame it all on me Won't you blame it all on me? You're spinning it like you know You're spinning it like you know You're spinning it like I can't see Exactly what you want me to be You're spinning it like you know You're spinning it like you know Blame Blame it all on me You know that you'll blame Blame it all on me Won't you blame it all on me? Blame Blame it all on me Blame Blame it all on me Blame it all

I woke up on a cement floor this mornin, My head felt like somebody been walkin on it, Don't know how I got here, Don't remember nothin at all, But if I done all the things that they say I did, Well I sure musta had a ball Cause in 30 more days I'm goin back home, To see that gal of mine, But the Wichita Jail Is a long long way From the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time Well I aint got a cent of the money I had I spent it Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it, Theres a king size knot on the side of my head And I got one big black eye But brother if you think I look bad, You oughtta see that other guy Cause in 30 more days I'm goin back home, To see that gal of mine, But the Wichita Jail Is a long long way From the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton Makin lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun I just hope I can make it 30 more days And get out of this mess I'm in, And if I ever get back to Mississippi I aint ever gonna leave again Cause in 30 more days I'm goin back home, To see that gal of mine, But the Wichita Jail Is a long long way From the Tupelo County line, I gotta do my time I gotta do my time I gotta do my time I gotta do my time

I'm running Yes before it's too late Trying to get away From that jail bait It's a rough temptation But a common invitation And a good association But a quck elimination That will take you out of circulation Yes I'm talking about that younger generation So take my advice fellas For goodness sake 15, 16, 17 that's jail bait Now they swear that they're in love That you and her got stars above And she's lookin mighty good Just like a young girl should Well we try to tell ya no And let that young girl go But you you know it all You have yourself a ball And now that it's too late As you look from cell number eight I tried to tell yo old mate 17 and one-half is still jail bait So tomorrow's the date For the trial of jail bait And this you watch and see The young girl will go free And you'll get one to three So out the door she walks To another man she talks Before you can count From one to eight Another man in for Jail bait. Please mister judge If you just let me go this time I won't mess with them young girls no more I swear I'm not gonna bother them no more Mister Judge I ain't gonna bother none fifteen I ain't gonna bother none sixteen I ain't gonna bother none seventeen I ain't gonna mess with none eighteen I'm gonna leave them twenty-year-old ones alone too Gonna get me a girl about forty-two If you just believe what I say and let me go Mister Judge Please Mister Judge I ain't gonna bother then young girls no more Gimme a break Mister Judge Please Mister Judge