Lyrics:
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
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
And I have to say, by the way
I just may like some explanations
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room
even Brad had to crack a tooth
Stare into the sun, they try to copy
Let your eyes get used to the light because you gotta watch me
Sneak up on you
even Brad had to crack a tooth
Stare into the sun, they try to copy
Let your eyes get used to the light because you gotta watch me
Sneak up on you
love you
I'm Mr. I could still be alone in a crowded room
I'm Mr. Gloom
Mr. sings in auto-tune
Mr. took everything to get me out this house
And I'll be
Basements, whiskey
Makes me feel alive
Kick drums, beating hearts
In a crowded room, I'm alive
Basements, whiskey
Makes me feel alive
Kick drums,
miscommunications
And I have to say, by the way
I just may like some explanations
Can I ask you a question?
Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded
you scream again
My mind on other bitches yea I'm in that daydream again
Crowded it ain't no way around it
We took trips we out of towned it
Crossed
the ghost of me
We're lonely in a crowded room together
Tell me who's scared now?
This is the ghost of you
Haunting the ghost of me
We're playing house in
sing."
Verse 1 (character: Jeff)
All star quarterback, varsity letter, I drive a Jetta
A popular kid, my parents give me all my cheddar
Plus I date
out of Cleveland
On the come up daily creepin
Nigga believe me, we in the house
And every time I puts it down, we turns it out
The thugs is in
out with a def design
There were no others there
But I didn't care
When the car rolled by, it made people stare
But are they more aware? (To the beat)
fucked me up, the hater side was the most crowded
I don't claim clicka, but I do be around it
And when I leave the house, I don't never leave without it
I
stand up or stand down
Even with a man down I man up, well rounded
Held out for the right outlet
Nine houses couldn't make me feel home, childish
Me
under a spell
Gonna stay inside my house
Cause I'm not going out tonight
You can't break me out of my shell
But you can break me by not caring
I'd rather
here on the bridge
But fuck it, gotta pardon 'em, shout out to my squad and 'em
House Gang, Shady, I'm gone, nigga, my job is done
Yelawolf,
I'm crowded yet unlimited
In this world of free enterprise
I'm shaking down to the rhythm of a lost cause
But certainly it's found by me
Pray hard
anything but my dreams
And doin' right by you
And you set my example
Let me build my house
Let me build my house
Let me build my house
Then step my foot
nature, gettin this paper be the reason
That these hustlers out of Cleveland
On the come up daily creepin
Nigga believe me, we in the house
And every time I
leave
Why can't they see me
In this little house of glass
I'm standing still
They're rushing past
Why can't they hear me
At the top of my lungs
I need
got us bonding
You feeling different be honest
And we can see if we find it
Where we went wrong that is
And let this love live
Crowded by thoughts
been at and not where I'm about to be
They crowded me, they crowded me
They doubted me, they doubted me
They ask me where I've been at and not where I'm
whole house and I trapped it out
I'm really living what I'm rapping 'bout
It ain't nothin' for me to care about
All my life I had to trap it out
I
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