Letras:
Joe

: (feat. Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - Joe Budden - talking] Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Hey, Ja, Joey Triangle

sat on your knees, every Friday (away) (We walked in fields of golden hay) I still recall you (We walked in fields of golden hay) I see you in the summer Joe, Joe

: I said hep cats, sinners, brats Suck on this for sunshine This is the resurrection, yeah, of all the good times I said hep cats, sinners, brats,

Little Joe struggles just to get up on his feet. Waits in his platforms for the right train to come. Sipping his coffee another day has begun ... Little Joe

Tu viendra pas ici Me chercher c'est fini Joe Joe Joe toujours personne Je regarde en bas mais tu viens pas Joe Joe c'est pas drole Tu fait semblant mais tu mens Joe Joe

: Hey Joe, where you goin? with that gun in your hand? Hey joe, I said where you goin? with that gun in your hand? I?m goin? down to shoot my old lady

go. Take a look around and see just what you're missing, You'll soon forget your troubles, Joe, if you'd only listen. So don't cry, Joe, let her go, let her go, Joe

: Say it's alright Joe, I need another drink To blow on the glass so I know I'm alive Play me a song Joe To fill the hours till morning Then never

Johnny & Joe sont en ville Mon arme me sera bien utile Car Joe n'est plus tres docile Depuis que madame a elu domicile, Chez moi Johnny & Joe sont en