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Overthinking Lyrics:
Hook:
Fuck the world
I’ll be living by myself
In a mansion in the hills
Just so I can flex my wealth
Let the crystals heal my
with us"
Got that house on the hill, it lean like a double cup
Clean like my stubble cut (nah)
I will never give a fuck, got the blower in the bluff
A peaceful town down by the lake
A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said
Quite prosperous one might add
Rye fields, cattle, and the riches
At the end of seven days
The word of the LORD came to me
Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel
Whenever you hear a word from
I'm scared to close my eyes
I'm scared to open them
I'm gonna die out here
Levitating outta Bly Manor
Light the fuse
Cell games
Killing bystanders by
where you ramble as a boy
You're photo as a child that pictures by my bedside still
Each night I pray that you'll come back home
cmong the Wicklow hills
Did you hear a story about Cocain Lill?
She had a cocain house on cocain hill
She had a cocain dog and a cocain cat
She even had a cocain rat
Illtown, down the hill
[Chorus]
[Vin Rock]
This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
My man J Scratch in the house, ya know what I'm saying?
And oh
they hate that they apart from you
Cause
She just rock her body for the bills
Any man here she could have him
Yea, she just want a house in the hills
Tonight I just wanna netflix and chill
Count my money while I don`t have to pay the bills
Fantasize about a house up in the hills
While my other part
Drive by
Tell them we ah live life
No lie
(Yea)
30 Million dollars
Fi di house pon di hill
Who dem boy ah try fi style
Bout ya
Fat pussy gyal
Wanna
blue racks, yeah I'm 'bout that
Sayin' that they work harder yeah I doubt that
Up in hills yeah there's where want I want a house at
It's survival
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
of hundreds
Serve deuces, serve ounces
My trap house be bouncin'
Your baby brother got a bomb from me
Yellow Ferrari, it's a bumblebee
Bitch can't get a crumb
need to fill
a house for mama and Papa and my brother in the hills
I be steady putting money on the table
bitch I’m live like I’m cable
I don’t really
respect for the dinners
Stepped all on that grub no kisses or hugs
Drive by's that's us hanging out the window
Passenger side I'm scrubs
Passenger side, man
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John Henry laid.
The fish who keeps on swimming.
Is the first to chill upstream.
I want your fish right by me.
That's how it has to be.
The songs I sing they
more)
Up in the hills, now that's my neighborhood (neighborhood)
Can't trust no nigga like they say you could (can't trust no niggas like they say you
The houses on the hill that I live
They seem so sad
They used to seem so sad
The bricks and boards were off
Hardwood floors and
Shingled roofs above
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
some bread in the passenger
Ask him why they look at her
The one hundred and seventy-one go by
Sent a text, snap back
Homie what happened, we said eight
to the shining
Don't be blind by fools again
Fools again
As the pages turn and the story's told
From the visions he's seen
The house on the hill
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