Lyrics:
a villan
But I want a house on a hill
Take care of the fam, label that as felons
Who was raged, rebellious, just tryna make bucks
That mama from, pickin'
don't mind
'Cause I'm gonna set this house on fire
I sent you running for the hills
I guess by now you know the drill
The type that only shoots
baby
Under the passenger seat
I break into your house each week
To sit and watch you while you sleep
To watch the angels weep
To dive the six feet deep
a passenger on this ride
And it's the take of a heartache
I let love wash over me
Wish I could take
This life at a new pace
So I’d stay on the hill side
Skies
Im just the spare AIR-BAG in your passenger seat,
John Cougar Mellencamps playing loud on repeat,
And every time I open my mouth to sing you turn up
goes on...
Soft green hills roll by my window, rain is pouring down, flowers of all colours greet it thirstily - I raise a toast - and the train goes on.
the same
My mind is racing I can't settle down
A blurry vision of the past
Our train is heading for the hills and narrow tunnels
Some things were never
a lot to do
I had a rough day, but you know I'ma make it look smooth
Surrounded by the wolves, but I do it for the puppies
Surrounded by them sharks, but
Cruisin' through the hills on a Tuesday night
Stars so low I could touch the sky
Clear roads chillin' on the passenger side
Worries are the farthest
Soldier out notebook no stop notification's broken network
Errors I am suspicious there's saturat' doses fixed by tolls's
Broken networks on my mind
baretta
U never leave by myside
Even know they all try to take ya
Neva turnin on me
Even thho they all try to make ya
Long as u by my side
Theres
Hill, where the devil resides
Surrounded by woods where the Blair Witch likes to hide
Go deep into the woods, the house of horrors awaits
And locked in
I'm gonna get that wraith
House on the hills I love to spend
Then I get a house on the lake
First I'm a get that Urus then
I'm gonna get that wraith
call it movin' houses
I flew my youngins to Dubai, then they caged up the army
'Cause they took a couple APs at places we party
Phone to phone, don't
House piano beaucoup (29)
Try paging Charlie Farrell (30)
He'll do "Seventh Heaven (31) " on cue
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
Dear Dick
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
Attention, passengers
We've now reached our destination
We hope you enjoy the flight and have a nice day
DJ Durel
Pan', yeah
Panoramic (yeah),
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
Count up stacks; Count up racks (Rack)
So much money break her back
By the Chakuzi tryna relax
Bout outta house don't need tax (Aye)
I found
is shattered by lies
Who wants to live in a glass house
No family's perfect I know
I know that it's true
'Cause if they were it wouldn't be real
But I
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
color is red, like the blood shed
In Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her
The streets are grimy
I don't trust nobody
It's evil in their eyes when the touch that money
You can see the envy and the hate that's filled by greed
the highway in the truck
All by herself
In the passenger seat
Volume up
Windows down
Polishing her toenails
Singing and tapping her feet
My sweetheart left me
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