Domani – Ms. Jackson Lyrics
Ms. Jackson by Domani is a fresh trending track making waves in Naija, Ghana, South Africa, and across the globe.
This song blends thoughtful lyrics with a smooth hip-hop vibe, making it a must-listen for music lovers.
Domani – Ms. Jackson (Lyrics)
Intro
[Music]
Wonder
[Music]
Miss Jackson
Verse 1
Miss Jackson, am I overreacting or is it valid?
I wanna have a one-on-one convo
About the man you sacrificed your life for
So the world could see his talent
He’s a legend now, I guess it worked out
But I need some answers
Are you happy with the way he been holding your family name?
I need to know ’cause I can’t sleep at night
Thinking you died in vain
I think it got to him
People won’t tell him because he pay them
The emperor’s new clothes, a tale we need to tell
We failed too many times
From shells or either jail
Got nine lives, one more will ring the bell
And I don’t wanna do it
Reason I came to you
I’m hoping you could talk me through it
Maybe it’s something that you could tell me
Bring some understanding
I’m more levelheaded than the people headed to his mansion
I hope you know it’s time sensitive
I think he really was a little confused
But I won’t mention it
Pardon me if I’m digging
Hate to have you reliving it
You supposed to be resting
But just a few questions
Do you whisper in his ear
Before he makes decisions?
Can he hear you past the nervous laugh
He do when he timid?
And is he really happy?
Tanning took the basket
And gimmicks led to the actual business
He used to be something
We thought it was a joke
But now we see something off with him
I offer him a chance to reunite with you
And I’ll do it
Nothing left to do
So I just send him to you
Miss Jackson
Interlude
[Music]
Verse 2 (Response)
Hey Curtis
I encourage you to do a little research
On my whole family
But you can start with me first
I know you’re not familiar with a mother or a father
Maybe that’s the reason easily you’ll talk about them
Maybe that’s the reason you be targeting the women
Let somebody try your mama
Bet you probably wanna kill them
Speaking of killing, Curtis
I heard you was a firebug
Well I’ma be the reason
All your fans put they lighters up
Put your lighters up
If you’ve dealt with abuse
Put your lighters up
If you no longer enthused
With him running around profiting off our pain
Love it when we fall down
That’s when Curtis gets paid
Put your lighters up
If you too want the truth
Many men saying things
But don’t profit like you from it
You don’t even drink
But you’ll fake it for the news coverage
Seem like you know 50 Cent
More than you know you, Curtis
I think you went too far to start
Now I got a little more information
You could jot down
Firebug
I could still smell the gasoline on you
Firebug
At least let him sleep before you cremate him
Firebug
Ironic you not hot as what you used to be
Firebug
And I’m the one delivering your eulogy
Firebug
Don’t let him put his lighter up
The next time you miss a mama
I can send you right to her
Try your luck
Outro
I’m sorry, Miss Jackson
[Music]