Lyrics:
We are all dying in the fire that I set inside this house, and no matter how much time there is there won't be enough to get us out alive.
Well,
black pale skin.
Sun rays burn my eyes,
As you place the knowledge behind bars.
I never flaunt my anger,
In this house of torrid memories.
The name
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
As I sit by the pool of my best friend's house
My mind will wander
What the hell am I still doing
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
(Chorus)
1, 2, 3 pigs knockin' at my do'
Tryna catch the big bad wolf, I blew they house down, BOOM
Bacon all over the room
Say hello to my little friend
I
a journey through
The land of dreams could be free
At the halfway house it was already too late
There were gifts of wine, and women, and song
But by the time
I should be married by now
Two kids in a paid-for house
I can hear 'em now
Askin' what I'm doin' now
I should have a little more to show
Than
the weight of my disgrace
Looking for what, I didn't care
But the little town was greater and old just like Bethlehem
I said, "I'll stop right where I am"
[Mr. Lil One]
Well it's the baddest mothafucka in the clok it's the mad men
Fuck what you claim and bicth you know my name
Mr. Lil One the little one
to bring her back just the way that I left her
They say that good things come in two's
Here's a little news you can use
Everybody says you've nothing
Screams of animals in their hands, they do not hear
Are you lifeless metal machines, are you robots?
My rage when I see 'bastard men'
that destroy all
proud of it
My idea of the perfect day is to stay inside
And when grown men with little balls
And listen to lovers lie
I can't wait 'til tomorrow
My idea of the perfect day is to stay inside
And when grown men with little balls
And listen to lovers lie
I can't wait 'til tomorrow that's when
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Night now they blew up his house too
Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready
For a fight
polaroid pic candid
I don't got the time to wait around
For anybody who don't want to put their hand in (wooh)
You feel stranded
Maybe buried by life
But you
house
And lay turds in all your potted indoor plants
I'll lay turds!
In all your plants!
Your indoor plants!
Your potted indoor plants!
Hello
Welcome
Niggas is blessed
I met you in the corner
Right by my house
You were close to me
I could smell the cocaine
I could feel the needles
I could see in your
for"
I text baby that little smirk emoji face
She text back like "boy how
Long you gon take" Ah hit the gas
Pull up right in front of her place
Took her
And what we gon' do, is we gon' scream out the letters in the alphabet
And every letter you hear screamed out, from A to Z
My man Papoose gon' break it
an eight by ten reminder.
You in your gown, me in my rented tux.
We had it all when all we had was each other,
But now it's gone, that ol' picture gathers
And I've got a few buddies, that'll be here in a hurry
And I've got Jesus by my side
Oh to some I don't have anything
But to me I've got everything
I'm
We dance in the kitchen on Boxing Day
I held you swaying in my arms to Marvin Gaye
Our Christmas ham turned green by New Year's Eve
We weren't
He said I woke up and I was twenty five
With a job I didn't want, but I guess it got us by
Got married young, had a son in a house in the town I
We're so cooped up but that's how we like it
We call to check up on our friends that we haven't seen
It sounds beautiful there in Big Pine, California
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