Lyrics:
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
in hell so I ignore heaven
Kicking ladies out the house like a poor tenant
As we go along I get more irreverent
Bring you back to life like epinephrine
discovered, can't nothin save me
My next door neighbor's havin convo with undercovers
Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
Happy birthday bitch,
Kick back, door while im kick in' back doors
Pull up on that bitch, yeah
Nigga thinking' that he like that bro them, kick' in his door
We want
to way down
Then back the fuck up, cause bitch I’m a ride for myself
Lights camera actions on these bitches photo finish
I’ve been getting money sorry for
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo' fist up in yo'
Clean up good for me, yuh
I just got high standards
Counterpose for the cameras
They be looking for some answers
Locking all the doors
Get yourself some
clap
Oh but I done that
Oh how I love that
Blood rush to my head pull it out
Da da da da da oh then I buss back
Livin’ like a thug will I make to heavens
and
Found another heaven
It was you who took my hand
Come into the promised land
You scratched my back and I scratched yours
It s you who makes decisions
I
BACK-TO-CHORUS(X2).
I do best with what I do right/ with the pen I pour the ink on the dotted lines/ done deal so show me by the exit door/ no ash tray I'm smoking by
Camera's down for maintenance
Please talk out loud to yourself
That summer there were at least four people that informed the owner
I worked at the Rialto, I sold tickets at the door
And Oscar he'd come by most everyday 'bout half past four
And he'd pay to see some movie that
Since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
It was too late, 'cause
By the time I turned eleven
I was
going down and the night will shift a day
This maze shuts the door and I don’t have a key
Turning back at mistakes I have left away
Makes me realise I’m
fun should be free
Nobody knows
How we got here
But we came in
By the back door
By by the back door
Nothing for spending
Money won't be needed
Dance
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
[A Gang of Juggalos:]
WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
YOU WON'T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THY DOOR,
UNTIL
heart, stop being overjoyed
Remember you were once destroyed
By Mathilde, who's come back to me
Fellas, please don't go away
Tell me that I mustn't
back inside, bullets hitting the door
Knocked it across the room
Glass shards all over the house
Looked in the closet
Looked like a hunting rifle
Now
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