Lyrics:
Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
My baby's,
I just hear mom praying, I just hear gran sayin
"Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me"
Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
Watch the door, Chuck D, Public Enemy
Paris, Guerrilla Funk, Rebirth of a Nation 2006
Everybody needs somebody to watch the door as it's goin'
the door behind you, leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy, yeah, uh
I'm packin' bags so you can leave town for a week, yes, I am
The phone
the door behind you, leave your key
I'd rather be alone than unhappy, yeah, uh
I'm packin' bags so you can leave town for a week, yes, I am
The phone
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas ridin' with me
Is ready for whatever, ready
I have seen the Book of Tales
Crafted by magical hands
Older than time it'self
Its pages are filled with darkness
And mystery
There's a ghost down
to grow up and going to college
I'll going to be somebody
I'll going to take care of you mama
Like you been taking care of me.
Oh
That other brother he was
ring fUCK!
But I do know somebody who will be
Born in a couple centuries after me
Who might take your cringe-ass nae nae ring
Living inside that-that
in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by
Telephone call like
Blowing up your phone like
Knocking at your door like
Breaking down the door like
Hit you in the moonlight
I know you want me
To buy the cops and props and keep the law paid
But here comes the Jack of Spades
Jack, Jack, Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack
(One, two, three)
Break it down
half a Vicodin, why can't I?
All systems ready for take off, please stand by
Sometimes I feel so alone, I just don't know
Feels like I been down
I like the way it jiggles fuck the little talk, hold a riddall thought, Open the middle door,
Baby come here turn 2 to 3 or 4.
We got the henny
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
everybody got somebody
And that's just on me
Open up these doors i can see the pain driving in looking threw the window paint
Windows down deep conversation
and bring it down to the rented
By now, it's a little past five
And I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my eyes
Next thing I know, she giving me
lookin' at the door
He says I think you betta sit down in the chair
I says I'm gonna count to four
1, he says mister wait
2, she says please don't
see, Um
I'm probably the man that you oughta be
Modern rap is stand up comedy
This is a problem see, hands down
This is my prophecy plan until coffin
the past
And I ain't seen you, since the last day of class
Used to sleepover, watching movies till 3
Then peace, wake up, start walking down your street
and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular
manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased
by a number no less
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
And as long as I keep
Dancin’ in circles it’ll
Feel real good to be lonely lET’S GO!
Tap down those boots while I
Spin around the circle
Hands up, lets go!
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