[Ms. Jones:]
Yo, I'm kind of shy
I don't often try
Too scared of the outcome
All my friends around
And those who not jumping around
Up and down
And I'm just still
How do you?

Kisses on the forehead, hoping we'll reconvene
Didn't wake you up this morning, you were sleeping so serene
Un-corrupted by the fuck-shit, you just chilling so pristine
You just need less drama, and more Bellinis
More truffles, a little weed
Roaming through the city in search of shit to believe in
You just want some freedom
Vibes immersed in Raw papers in your purse
Hoping for the best, but you keep expecting the worst

[Hook - Ms. Jones