Lyrics:
what it is you're running from
Light me on fire and throw the key away
I know how it feels to live alone but be crowded all the time
You know what it
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
troops ya house better be bomb proof
Or we can put them guns down
And throw the arms too
Haymakers, I'ma put everything in this
Punch like prom juice you
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me
hands on me
The minute you get there, all right
The minute you get there won't you throw your arms around me
The minute you get there, all right
In
to my arms
Take my hand
I'm full of grace
Lay your troubles over me
Feel the beat of my heart.
This is the end for mankind
There will never be
Another
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
now you know
All around the world
We keep it rocki'n to the earl
So throw your hands up in the air
And let me hear you over there
C can you feel it in
and
Run into TI, who is dressed
Nondescriptly in a gray hoodie
And who throws open his arms to pull in Meek
For a bear hug it's the sort of
Coincidence that
it makes me mad
You gather your stones by stoopin' so low
Then shatter my image with the stones you throw
If you live in a glass house, don't throw
movement, baby, let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside
I love it when you
movement, baby, let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside
I love it when you
just
For her to carry me
So I was brought into this world
To live like your majesty nigga
When I get that 10 racks nigga
We gone hit the mall
And just
up in your ass, think I was on some shit
Look, you against me is really nothin' to see
Who, when, where, what it's gon' be
I don't give a fuck if
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
I live in a glass house
And I throw my stone at you
What goes out must come around
You live in a glass house
You throw your stone at me
What goes out
hands on me
The minute you get there, all right
The minute you get there won't you throw your arms around me
The minute you get there, all right
In
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
can't find your house, send me the info
Drivin' through the gated residential
Found out I was comin'
Sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it, but
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
to have me quite interested, ?
Quite interested, I think I?ll walk your way, I think I?ll say your name,
I think I?ll come over to your house
cracking the cement
My love for you
Lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singing a last song
Your love for me
I'll never die like a black child struggling
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
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