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in with me
 
You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got no time to play 
I want to relax a while
We've been

lies when I'm around
I'm crowded  by the thoughts that sprout

But all that bad energy tryna get me gone
In person I'm no good, with my words I put it in

no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton

life, envision your life
The way you wanna live it
Just learn to make your fruit re-loop
You'll ree-up when you send it

East Oakland in the house

hey
Bitches know I keep that 'cane on
Me they call me old head
Walk up in the strip club buy who
I want then I go hey i live in Miami but the
Bitches

she was pregnant for the Filipino, they were very angry and she was kicked out of the house and everything seemed to turn around (for the worst) really

by moonlight
When we reunite you'll see how united all of us have become
You coordinated the class with your perfect touch of class
We miss you

got demons in my head
That really want to see me dead
Placing thoughts up in my head
Kill everybody in sight
I want it done by tonight
You bet not put

This is your house
It's where you live
Now I'm the one the one who's waiting by the door 
To let you in
I know, I know
I'm supposed to move

defines the word "ghetto" as the
Poorest part of any city in
Which a particular group lives, with limited
Opportunity a crowded urban district
Confined by

motherfuckers live here too
Wish they would go but this house is theirs
Yeah it's all in my head (It's all in my head)
I know it's all in my head (It's all in my

Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday

Gotta live by the code never  trust these hoes get you some money go buy you a house lil nigga before you go buy some gold getchu some bread go take

money dictate how I live? Fuck money, houses, cars
I'd rather live my life and pray to God that imma see tomorrow
Why, do you question how somebody lives

and stargaze
But what I see is us, at the next phase
I'm in the eternal observatory of star augur etraeus
A conservatory in my head houses astronomy players

out the house
No jump house if it get too crowded
Know that I gotta bounce
Don't come around try to play too close
Some shit I don't allow
They wanna

to live putting my peace in someone else
I let everyone inside but for myself the door is closed
I am surounded by a crowd but deep inside I feel alone

touch a fucking million
Live by the gun die by the sword
Gotta keep a gun can't let nobody kill me
Goin' before my time up I still fear
Be in a shootout

the gym posted by the sto'
I got that 40 that I got from Tim
I can't leave the house without it on me
That's just how I live
I can't leave the house without

far away.
Then where should I go? 
Where should I head to?
How can I live 
leaving the old farm?


At that moment, 
some sparrows flew by 
and said

you know how talkin'
On a Sprint feel 40 bang on him
I give him that Shawn Kemp feel
How the dog house in ya backyard got a
Backyard and you strugglin'

My periphery is centralized
I feel like a house they left behind
But who would live in this house while I live in my head
But who would live in this

no nothing going on
(I'm not empty it's the world that I live in)
There's so much God damn repetition
Fill my empty head with thoughts that I was given

sounds but
Hear me out before I get any louder
Keep you in my head but it’s far too crowded
Lay you on the bed and we fuck for ho
Never mind
I Built you up