Aint Too Much Else
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
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
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
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
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
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
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Carr, Topaz Jones
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