The Jones

[Intro: Akua Naru and Mic Donet]
Naru (Mm), Donet, look
Yeah

[Verse 1: Akua Naru]
Yo, the night was effervescent (Uh-huh)
And in my presence stood a king with hip hop standin' in-between, checkin'
[?] the room, my heart chakra respond at you (Hey)
Ancient connection as if we loved a life or two (All right)
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)

[Chorus: Mic Donet and Akua Naru]
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

[Verse 2: Akua 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)

[Chorus: Mic Donet and Akua Naru]
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

[Outro: Mic Donet]
(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