Lyrics:
inside your house
Left the walls red
That shit some home improvement
Ain't it crazy
I'm the one that's wilding?
Now I'm goin' stupid
But Imma get you right
a disarmament program
Acceptable to all nations let's imagine
A few years from now
Total global disarmament but
Imagine as well the gnawing doubts
Suspicions
us down and sold out our plans
Well people here at home are tired of fail programs and loans
I believe they're ready to change all this stuff that’s
ain't no tuition for having no ambition
And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home
So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
You gotta do
Well people here at home are tired
Of fail programs and loans
I believe they're ready to change all
This stuff that's going on
Yeah, it's time for
ain't no tuition for having no ambition
And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home
So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
You gotta do
leader just got back
From China and Japan
Where it gave away our job
Put us down and sold out our plans
Well people here at home are tired
Of fail program
the gym where machines kept in, and at home I got a gym section
Get fit 4 self ,,investments that mind state for corrections
Improvements of medicines
like Secret admirer or home improvement, all you have to do to qualify is tell a producer you're secretly in love with someone or buy a crappy house.
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Update with the goonie race
Flipping scripts but always
Want to truly make that movie cake
A lot of home improvements
Moving with them pools and lakes
I be in the zone
Like Honey I am home
I record myself at home
Talking to myself like I'm on both sides of the telephone
I don't use the metronome
know where to go
Need to find that happy place where I can make it on my own
Just my team in a home without these student fucking loans
Everyday im in
Selfless self-improvement
I ain’t the G.O.A.T. but I’m pretty damn good right
I’m boutta blow up at least that’s what it looks like
Putting all
Sometimes you need a loan
To afford the bag
I gotta' pay off my debt
And my mothers too
I know she'd do the same
If she was in my striped shoes
But what if
keep protecting yo dome
And you could try to steal our culture
Damnit, you'll always be clones
You try to deny us property
Keep rejecting our loans
You
things to do
We began too young to understand
"Getting with the program"
Are we too proud to see this crowd
These lives aren't what we'd choose
How
me to cry
But get out
You'll make trouble no doubt
My cabinet is my home
I sit here alone
There is a prodrome
There's only a metronome
I am
never stick to the program
In this fast world
Full of fast money, and fast girls
How could you slow down?
Laugh like this shit outta character nigga
But
spread love, keep it CHO, que sera
Sacred songs, God who eye put my faith upon
Eye saged my home, fighting demons that stayed too long
Eye paid my loans
no home or roof
Success is now dependent on whom you closer to
With the constitution at hand they not upholding that book
Ancient Africa seem to have
recording because nobody is home
Start rappin' bout my dick then these poses might need a loan
I don't need a chain to make all these fuckin' bitches sweat
I'm getting on from the beats that
I made at my home pressure known
Making diamonds or breaking a bone
Raise my tone
If I'm broke I ain't taking
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