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My Homeboy's Girlfriend

Screwed Up Inc.

Screwed Up, Inc. Presents the Best of Suavehouse

2000

I didn't think the hoe was for real

Chorus
What am I, supposed to do?
When I'm takin' a chance, fuckin' with you
My homeboy's girlfriend
Now if

It's gettin pretty dark
At the end of the tunnel
Hold your hands up mama
And smile for the camera
I heard about the lies
You've been spreadin cross

There’s something kind of strange when I think about it
I’ve never really thought this could go right
There’s something going on inside I know I

Talking to Myself

Watsky

X Infinity

2016

whispering soft
Do you ever get lost, deep in your thoughts, tripping when you think about the cost of seeing this through
When you tie your stomach into

I see you photoshopping yo life no that ain't cute at all
What determines yo fate when the sky starts to fall 
I look up pray to the LORD and try

Apple Cider is what I desire when
I'm watching Home Alone getting cozy by the fire
Favorite drink, so hard to choose
But what if Apple Cider is just

When I'm in the zone
leave my cares at home
It's better if you aren't alone
My buds and I gettin high on life
Stacy cant even hide her smile
Don't know

angry, helium

I don't want to die
But it happens sometimes
Where I listen to a song
About a small town 
And a small house

In the house lives a guy
With

think outside of our “Selves”
And to imagine how the world could be different
And
We should be careful about the dangers of being swept up
By stories that

the road
Y'all gon' see a live performance of the mystic flow
Think I'm Bunta Fujiwara, how I leave them in the dust
The only ones who know my story are

And I might order another
Laugh about how I said I wouldn't
Justify it with something like
"What's one more when we're already drinkin'?"

I get so

Sometimes when I sit and watch them
I get a sense of moving belonging
Never at home for more than an hour
If they ever actually make it there

ain’t you
Keep the Glock by the tummy
Boy that ain’t you you need to stop
You start runnin when we came through

Ride dippin, paint drippin
Nigga

I don't

I don't think you care 

I don't

cs much as you say you do
cs much as you say you do

Yeah

Say you don't
No you don't care about us
Is

We were barely allowed to drive alone
Screwed if I didn't have her home by midnight
Macklemore on the radio
Didn't know what we didn't know
So

They're both equally as mean

Teachers really think that they're queens
They really want us to talk clean

By the way, I just wanna clear up
I know when

perfect as it seemed
I'm crumbling
Stumbling through the cracks
In my American Dream

Why complain about this time on our hands
Best be finding better

to ride or die for you 
Now she trippin living like she wanted to 
Never be home but you think everything is cool
She belong to the streets 
In and out for

on the outside when I think of Jacksons name
Hurt on the inside just the same
To all the ones that road with him
Therell be no lookin back
Jackson lived a bikers

the afternoon
The more i think about the world at lage
well the less i do

In our own sweet world
we paint our own future
living as one in peace in our home

Life Is Crying

Nina Creque

Suave House Compilations

1997

life's facing
I see ya pacing
Getting nervous, hard times at home a grown child
Getting no relief on mama's shoulder
Now what I advise is only cries

switch it up)
I started singing my prayers and moving with blessings 

Life stays, between
You think that, you see it
They all believe, everything about

mind
It's some thots
I be trippin'
Tryna keep it low
Snatching phones like I'm Tristan
Bitch when you get home
Shut your mouth
Ain't no snitchin'
She

all we do is ride the tide
It makes me wonder dog is this all just by design
Or something we'll all say is just a sign of the times
Either way, I really