Listen to The Jux by CYNE

The Jux

CYNE

Hip-Hop/Rap

424 Shazams

Lyrics

His name is Jonathon—middle-class black kid in college and Wondering why the white girls be always calling him Momma said, "Keep ya head level. Don't sleep with them devils 'Cause one day they're gonna bring you trouble." Months later, having biz with Kate, Jake, and Tina After that, Tina spread eagle on the speaker She knocking down his laptop, the phone off the receiver She having Growing Pains like my man Ben Seaver Screaming how baby daddy Jake could take her higher Fascinated with hip hop and nice tires Save the Last Dance, oh, oh, and Jungle Fever Snoop Doggy Dog, 50 Cent, Derek Jeter Bob Marley. Princess smoke weed after Daddy Calls in, call gone. Afterwards, the beatin' that strong? Went off for a few months behind closed doors When she stopped bleeding one month, outta control Went to the clinic, three hundred dollars she spended Daddy said no nigga babies on his insurance Even told Tina to say she was a victim Call up the police so the law can come get him Level-headed white girl—you had to give her that She didn't get Jon the cuffs and bad rap Stop seeing him though 'cause her parents said so "Niggas ain't nothing but trouble," her momma let her know Back to Jonathon—middle-class black kid in college and He wondering why he can't sleep—his heart bother him Thinking 'bout this chick named Tina, who used to love to see him But now she won't return his calls either At first it was a novel affair, but then it turned to care They even talked about taking it there On the raps, yes. Then it turned to love because Only meeting after dark made it stronger than drugs Too wrapped up in what people just might say 'Cause he a regular nigga. She ain't from around the way Actually, just the opposite—her daddy had offices High-level partisan who majored in politics Only gave her dollars when she really needed fathering The only man that gave a damn was this dude, Jonathan Didn't want to have the abortion, but her father insisted He screamed that it would ruin her image Even pulled some favors so it was off record Threw some money at her, told her it was for better But was it for the better? Now, now, that was the question She used her discretion, realized she need a blessing Picked up her phone and dialed his number slow Praying that John maybe be home
Writer(s): Gersten Michael Keith, Graham Clyde A, Newell David Graham, Yai Akinlola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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