Lyrics:
the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way and live from New York
I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
Live from
real soon
Step off and let me walk around my neighborhood (my hood)
I want to live my way, I guess I'm misunderstood (yeah)
Super fly like Mars, I've
to jail, I was still 18
And I live with my brother and we got each other, forever it's gonna be
Section 8 houses haunting me
My great grandmother I wanna see
Hip hop is my house and my mortgage is paid
So ain't go'n' be no goddxmn foreclosures today
c man creep from the North past the side door
The other
different
I might kick your door, no need to call locksmith
Trap house more crowded than a mosh pit
Aim the glock at toilets, niggas know that I'ma pop shit
better
Give me a chance to call you soon
Give me a chance to reach your phone
Give me a chance to make a house a home
Give me a chance, know it's been so
mess with base it better be your damn stereo
[ Money be ]
Nobody's exempted
Tried to play the top-tip, even I was tempted
Weebbled and I wobbled
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin microphone
Bitch
And it don't stop
To the beat, baby
Oakland, California is in the house
Bitch
I tell you,
I the echo across the walls
Of my own home?
Am I the sound of the ocean crashing upon every wave of this self?
Am I more than you told me to be?
I
I'll light you up like you're Pikachu
Watch your tone i didn't say-
You were thinking to
You live in my house so you live by my rules
Acting all selfish
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be working soon
Please come to Boston
She said, no, would come home to me
And she said, ramblin' boy why don't you
on the sidewalk
By a cafe club I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston, She said no
But you come home to me
And she said
Hey ramblin' boy now you
to the uttermost,
And give his child a better bringing-up
Than his had been, or hers a wish renew'd,
When two years after came a boy to be
The rosy idol of her
his tracks and he said,
OLD MAN: Hey goat!
ADAM: Would you like to live with me?
I got a house with a pick-up truck
In a place across D.C.-a.
I said,
breezes blow
For I've tried to be free
But I'll soon have to go"
And his house was his art
And, nature, his wish
It was sculpted from clay
In
going out like no ho
When I walk in and out the house I'm strapped
Anything feel the wrong way, I'ma blow
Anytime a nigga better watch how he act
You
a crowded room
Think out loud and speak too soon
Talking to strangers I meet on the train
Drink all alone no need to explain
I can write letters and make
be on the sight be, on the night beat,
MY DELIGHT BE!!!
My delight be on this microphone, spitting it to your dome
And hitting it home!
Cops stop us,
folks are old now too and we've put 'em in a home
But the difference is they live with us and they'll never be alone
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
as long as you know
That I love you and call any place my home
Make a cardboard box into a house
If you're with me don't need anything else
I'll live
a motherfuckin' flow, freestyle off this bitch
Yeah, at the fuckin' house, uh, at the studio It don't matter wit a hoe, but she probably gon' go
And as soon as I
Infiltrating opps till they dead to me
Getting victory by any means
As a god giving hell to my enemies cause
Paradise is what I'm meant to keep
Give em hell
out for better times or
Maybe it's life with you, a house, two dogs, and a thatched roof
I may not be old enough to live with you, but I'm not afraid
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