Lyrics:
you're the one
I want
Baby you're the one
I need
In the nighttime
Its a hard life for someone like me
To love on you
You was right by my side
Until I rose
booting up
I'm in love with expensive drugs
I'm in love with money
I bought a crib in the Hills
I told my bitch it's for real
Bitch, I'm a junky for pills
I
Abandon a bitch and I left her for dead
Then I go to the hills and I fuck on her friend
Woke her up 5 in the morning she grinding up on me
I fuck
Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him
Him standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
strips of ribbon I found
Scaled the side of the building
I ran to the hills 'til they found me
And they put me back in my cell
All by myself, alone
hipgrave. oh, mac.
Later
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand
and blue
In the hills, man, what a view
You know me, but, who is you
Thought that we were stuck like glue
Threw my heart into a casket
Now I'm finna cause
The pleasant bed that my love lies in
How can you say it's a pleasant bed
When nowt lies there but a factory maid?
And a factory lass although she be
Blest is
up sometimes in the night
And realize you're gone
And then I toss upon my bed
And wait for day to come
I try to tell my lonely heart
It must go
need a castle with a Lamborghini
In the hills and I ain't talking bout no Hollywood
No
Speakers blasting like a M16, the
Devil on my shoulder cutthroat,
fantasies when I
love,
love being in the middle of nothing
'cause nothing is the crowd
I'm waiting the life to come at my ( house )
I've just opened
Hill, where the devil resides
Surrounded by woods where the Blair Witch likes to hide
Go deep into the woods, the house of horrors awaits
And locked in
A7
I wake up sometimes in the night
G D
And realize you're gone
A7
And then I toss upon my bed
G D
All up in you today (Yea yea)
Breakfast in bed I don't play (Yea yea)
K3
Hills and lingerie babe I love lace
Making love to tracks on my love tape
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
Did you ever tramp up endless hills
Past cozy homes with secret beds?
Did you ever dream of a suicide pill
And wake up cold to the smell of bread?
crying with the devil
That's in my head
Not under my bed
So many things I wanna take back
But you gotta move on
But you gotta move on
Yeah its in the past
cobbles he clattered
And clashed in the dark inn-yard
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters
But all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune
hereditary
If I was Math, you'd be dead already
Your picture on a obituary
Bullet holes in your head already
I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga
Dumb nigga
oh God, this cannot be for real, I fell so far I forgot where my feet were
Feels like driving in the night without your headlights, rain is pouring
on the hill, forty miles from the mill
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did she bid you
and the glass, come back to me
Leave your bills all unpaid
Let your bed go unmade
Your souffle unsouffled, come back to me
Come by sail, come by freight
In
me, baby, no)
Be my guest, decompress, undress
Stop by
The way you ah, the way you ooh, the way you yeah
In the sheets, so in awe, got me weak
Bitch niggas fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good night train
And yo, set it off
Champion gear that I
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