Lyrics:
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many
more found it
Crowded with the clout, now the shit's so clouded
Every ounce of you pounced 'till you get surrounded
By the fame and the chains
now
Please hold
Three years alone in crowded rooms
No carpets on the floor
A man in white on guard
Just outside the big steel door
Please hold,
through the bull yeah
And she's too rare
With long hair and don't care
And it's not fair
She pass by you stop and stare
Stop and stare where will it get you
crowded
I know real when I see real
And I never doubt it
I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't know
I don't know you
I
,but
Your hearts joking
What can you do
The house is full of crowded things
Done all up by those plastic wings
On a windy day
Crawl across the bed,
SURROUNDED BY SOME CRIPPLED TREES
THE LONESOME CROWDED EAST
THE SAME OLD MESS, THE EVER USUAL
THE BEST OF IT, THE VERY LEAST
THE RABBIT HOLE IS BEAUTIFUL, BUT
plenty product matter of fact if somebody ask you now you know where its at south side to be exact worldwide we on the map fuck next i got now been down
That is my goal
I can see it as I'm sitting in this crowded house
Surrounded by new friends I call my own
Because it's Christmas
It's Christmas
With
make it by the fall but now my schedule's crowded
Thoughts are running through my head, I think they got a bounty
Toughness that's my only talent
Jackson
don't like you
That's the truth
And I always wished they'd build a bus stop right by your house
Maybe all this distance is why we could never figure it
Everybody want to be rich
And lock themselves in their house
I'm from a place where
Where they use foreign laws on the subject
People are ashamed to speak
angels that's why they're able to give wealth to their children
Or do we kick our children out the house by eighteen tell them to take the college route
able to give wealth to their children
Or do we kick our children out the house by eighteen tell them to take the college route
Cause legally there grown
ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But Tina got a big ole butt
So I'm leavin' you
Tina got a big ole butt
I know I told you I'd be true
But
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
wild
I got my eye on you Santa
repeating my mantra, santa, santa, santa, santa,
I got my eye on you now
I'll be waiting by the chimney with homemade
about my wild thoughts
Can't stop, won't stop, my situation fucked up
In my house of pain by myself, so shut the fuck up
I'm sorry, I meant to say my
In 1950 when I was born
Papa couldn't afford to buy us much
He said, "Be proud of what you are
There's something special 'bout people like us"
Switching up my style
Time to let my mind run
A little different
Time to really go wild
Been a while since I've shown this side of myself
But still
the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "F-, sh-, f-"
Adult with a childish like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
F-
hoe niggas sure better keep her
Cause I'm on the prowl, all the time
Tryin' knock every bitch so they all be mine
And I ain't never, ever gone change
It's on
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I sold tapes every day me and Freddy be
Been famous since 1983
Give me ten dollars,
sick
We don't be fightin' nobody
We probably fight each other whenever we drunk
That's about it
Approach the enemy with caution
Born leader
My identity
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