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just this weekend
It was good to see him here
He said he finally gave up drinking
Then he ordered me a beer

Now my brother lives in Houston
He
of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the Home by the Sea

Coming out the woodwork, through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows without
to the home by the sea

{Refrain}:
Sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit, down, sit down
As we relive our lives 
In what we tell you

Images of sorrow, pictures
the time when we first heard 
Welcome to the home by the sea 

Sit down, sit down 
As we relive our lives in what we tell you 

Images of sorrow,
livin' here by myself
If I leave it on

[Chorus]

I don't want to go to sleep
'Cause I just might dream
Don't want to go to sleep
You know I sure
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
on a promotional to`
Bus driver why you cruisin` dude? Where we headed?
Houston Texas, one mo` mile, two mo` exits

Quarter to three me and the Mossie checkin`
livin' here by myself
If I leave it on

[Chorus]

I don't want to go to sleep
'Cause I just might dream
Don't want to go to sleep
You know I sure
from across the hall
[dr. dooom] we're ya neighbors next door down on the next floor
[jacky jasper] see ya at twelve midnight comin over
[jacky
[Hook 2X]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
Look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas
evil game
You're playin'

Still all day long all I do is think
About ya
You got me believin' that I can't
Live without ya
Well if ya want it, well here
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
I worked the rigs from three 'til midnight
On the Corpus Christi Bay
I'd get off and drink 'til daylight
Sleep the mornin' away
I had a plan
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics 
It goes one for the ghetto, two
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
a dirty game so whatever is effective
From weed to selling 'kane, gotta put that in effect
Wouldn't you loot, if you didn't have the loot?
Baby needed
what you do. I don't 
Care when. That door gets locked, 
That door gets locked at night by nine o'clock. 
If you're not in this house by nine o'clock,
you were here
Shutters and boards...
Last night I dreamed that you came to our house to take an old book from the shelf
If you'll open the shutters
of my teardrops 
As they fall down from my eyes
I take a deep breath
But it's only in vain
'Cause nothing's changed here without you
I start every
Never know what's waiting by the door 
Come take my hand 
It's like a surreal dream and it goes on endlessly 
It's really not so bad, you see 
To live
they come down here below

If the pearly gates were closed this morning
Would there be angels here tonight
And would they live their lives among us
Let me take you by the hand 
Away from here, 
To another land. 
Oh, this land in which we live 

Where people love and are meant to forgive.
by somebody that still live with they mama
But that's the only way she know, to get away from all the drama
As for books, the mind is a terrible thing