Lyrics:
it felt fabricated
It had to be real
Cause I felt intimidated by cops
The city's crowded
With projects and row houses
Everybody's acting bout it
I
They hold the cheese, all roles are clear
Cats in the sun, the mice in fear
You're the foundation of their house
It's still a game of cat and mouse
or without it
I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded
I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it
A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it
and trapping (jugging and trapping)
Money's all long (money's all long)
It's looking all lanky (looking all lanky)
I'm in the weed house (weed house), every
a cell mate?
But I do know I'm never goin' straight
Ganstarism
Yeah, really tho'
3-2 in the motherfuckin' house still
Down with the motherfuckin' GP
a cell mate?
But I do know I'm never goin' straight
Ganstarism
Yeah, really tho'
3-2 in the motherfuckin' house still
Down with the motherfuckin' GP
a brand new life
With a great big house
And green initials on the towels
I should be happy now
Well, you got yourself a family
And you planted roots down by
the right thing by both mates
And then opting to stay out? It seemed to match
But I told him he could make it up by fixing the TV
He said that's the least
the writing on the wall
Check mate
You're Too late
We're gunna
Line up em
Take em down
One by one
Don't mess around
You're in our house
You run
And hide
the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put
as that side
Cases that could have brought me money
By some kind of incomprehensible force for me collapsed
All the savings, everything was gone
And I again
to fade away
Now i be gettin paid, meditate
Medicate, feelin brave
I'm gon be okay
Droppin hate, feelin great
Goin on a date with a thick goth mate
Gettin
Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!
Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler
and no one's there
Build a house then build a home
Do it daily
Build a Rome
Swing strings, the universe
Voodoo blessings say we're cursed
Nurtured by
right
You live by your convictions
That bore me
Emerging from a dream where houses are green
Make your own story
Let me feel everybody here
You live by
a reason? I got a thousand
Bet they switch up. cs soon as they clouted.
Just tell me what's so hard about it
Get off my mind, it's already crowded
clways for
drive right by your house
Maybe catch a glimpse of you
You may be the wrong way
But I'm wrong more than I'm right
And I don't know what to do
I try
you're blocked
Then I let it phase out
But I don't wanna play house
I wanna make home
With my man by my side
So can you come home?
Come home
Everybody
go protest
They replaced the PM with his mate instead
But ask a man from Maidenhead, what he makes of that
And he'll tell you he'll vote for em again,
to tall buildings in the city
Flipped around inside out and did a full-on 360
As I packed my bags waved bye to mates I've had my entire life
Changed
to catch yer eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!
Everybody's
Something super liminal at minimal
I'm maximum but minimize the miniscule
Serious as cereal that's been dripped
On by the milky way
My color is my complex so
to the house, but she stopped by the store, so we decorated the kitchen, it was birthday galore,
Flowers in a vase, a cake in it’s a place,
A written poem
Oy, Oy, Oy, Oy
I was lookin for the Opera House in Sydney
And where the hell is Carmen Sandiego when you need her, right
Left right right left
I'm
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