Lyrics:
Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
I'm still searching for, searching for my home
Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
none of these hoes fuckin gets attached
Cause I'm Houdini I do magic (Houdini)
Big west by my side and he carries the casket (West)
Fuck with my bro he
you'll recognize me when I walk through that door
Like ain't that the same dude that be by the store
Like what he doing in here with all these white folk
that’s my type, took a bump, china white Slumped in the mattress driving drunk, running lights
Cautionary tales, extraordinary poems
Bought the holy grail
Minded my motherfucking business
Leading lady in a race that make her more timid
Plus I got some dope shit to make the city lifted
Spaz on the track like I
no
I couldn't go
I knew in my heart
That you was
The one I had to hold
I was mad at myself
I had to know
But only time would tell
A year passed by
What
I can see you at the mirror
Put your make up on
In your robe
Laughing with the girls
Walking down those stairs
Fixing your vail
Hiding mascara
(*ad-libs*)
(Chorus: Russell Lee)
Sometimes I feel like I don't have a problem
Sometimes I feel like my only fear
Is the city I live in, the city
need to give they ass an Emmy
Chilling in my robe, viewing movies scored by Kenney
screamin'
Free all my mans, who are
Caught in the jam
For cookin' it up in pans
Just to bread in family hands
Cause I know
We all got dreams
To ball like we
I been thinking i been coolin i been vibing lately did sum right but made it wrong by the end of the night cheek my Dimonds they be shining in
of livin' bread
But my apparel would leave me in peril
Misled out of sight, I was covered in my own clutter
Instead of taking on from another
Robe
to the 'rarri
See them niggas acting like they're bosses, they're frauds
I shut it down in my city plus I be flossing abroad
Came through in a Audi or in that
head from her down-soft pillow,
And snowy were her milk-white breasts,
Saying: ?Who's there, who's there at my bedroom window,
Disturbing me from my
I don't believe in superstars
Organic food and foreign cars
I don't believe the price of gold
The certainty of growing old
That right is right
my granny from Alabama
On the crossroads
Travel in the wind on a road
That's filled with lost souls
Haunted by the sins
I used to know when someone's
me
Show love let folk know you thinking of me governor in my hand bet they betting on me
Ryland street orange grove roger williams happy hill
I look in the- Hold on
Part 2: Hakai
Prophecy fulfilled
An addiction to the thrill was overshadowed
By my constant inability to feel
Had a convo
My God, every city every city need a blessing
Every city that I visit I'm a reverend
Put me on the spot and I bring it home
It take a king to hold that
Connection, been had it locked, bitch
I'm in the rearview, my guns is cockin'
I put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman
All Stars, fat laces, gun charge,
hair with broads and crews
Bitches searching for the gold
But i'm still outside posted in the cold
Life is up and down
Grab you by the throat
Money
long black hair
"One kiss my bonny sweetheart
I'm after a prize tonight
But I should be back with the yellow gold
Before the morning light
Yet if
and connect all of you!
I just wanna...
I just wanna...
I don't know a thing...
My words are flying in the soundwave
Created by my voice!
Echo is lost again!
I
See my money
Clear, white and blue
What about you
And you and yours
From my city
T.O. to New York
Big city of dreams
But don't sleep walk
I ain't in
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