The Jones - Akua Naru, Mic Donet

Brown like cinnamon or candy yam vegetable

Rockin' a book bag as if he on schedule (Word)

Anxious to represent just like he better do

What I gotta do to get next to you?

(Ooh)

Through the crowd I’m paralysed by your profile

Your head down, we meet eyes, I give a slight smile (Ha)

Inside, my butterflies run wild (True)

Outside, I maintain the front like I’m not moved a mile (Uh)

I search your eyes, your nose, the verse in your mouth (Uh)

I’m the type of woman to fall in love over a freestyle (Sh, uh)

Indigenous love, I’m wonderin' what it is

My mind dancin', memory of a first kiss (Uh)

You keep your distance, though I feel that you listenin'

Maintain compose while the attractions dwindle

When the crowd clears, me and my sisters sex up the premises

You leave with your king’s unfinished business (Hm)

My feelin' is devastated that we didn’t speak

But if it’s written, we’ll always have next week (Alright)

Oh, love, love

The old heads call it Jones

And this is what it sounds like

The attraction 'tween me and you

This whole thing, Mama, couldn’t walk through

I got a Love Jones for you

I got a Jones for ya, for you, Naru, Naru, Naru, Naru

(Like this)

minutes, hours, days came and went, I wait impatient (Uh-huh, hm)

Time slower than the development of cavemen (Hey)

Occupyin' spaces in my mind as if he pay rent

Late night conversate just with my girls' entertainment

My thoughts on what his name is, Solomon or David?

(Uh)

Secular or sacred heart?

Fully clothed or butt-naked?

(Alright)

Sicily, Tyson and Miles Davis

A modern day painting of a Jones ancient and world-famous (Hey)

Type to make you wanna dress up and quit your dayshift (Ooh)

Am I alone or does he correspond the same glyph?

(Uh)

This is my question, my palms sweatin', my fingertips

Yearn for his complexion, provisionin' protection (Uh)

My eatin' habits arrested, thoughts for him for breakfast (Uh)

Last time I felt this way was never, I reckon (Okay)

How can I stay calm and collected?

The emotional equivalent to an erection (Ooh)

Must be a strong man to have (Uh-huh)

Woman broken down to the tender age of seven (Right)

Though I profess to be grown

Devised a method to catch him alone

And when I see him, I’ma read him this poem (Uh)

The old heads call it Jones

And this is what it sounds like

The attraction between me and you

This whole thing, Mama, couldn’t walk through

I got a Love Jones for you

I got a Jones for ya, for you, Naru, Naru, Naru, Naru

Uh, the old heads call it Jones

And this is what it sounds like

The attraction between me and you

This whole thing, Mama, couldn’t walk through (Sing to me Mr. Donet)

I got a Love Jones for you (Say what?)

I got a Jones for ya (Oh), for you, Naru, Naru, Naru, Naru

(I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for ya)

(I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for ya) I got a Love Jones

(I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for ya)

(I've got a Love Jones, I’ve got a Love Jones for you)

I’ve got a Love Jones, yes I do (For you Naru)

For you Naru