Lyrics:
of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the Home by the Sea
Coming out the woodwork, through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows without
when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit, down, sit down
As we relive our lives
In what we tell you
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
How you doin' Houston Texas*
At first I was afraid
I was petrafide
I kept thinking I couldnt live with out you by my side
But then I spent some many
thinkin'
I couldn't get the man out of my head
Three a.m., it hit me
In a cold sweat, I sat up in bed
That would be me without you
Every day would be
the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction
Eyes
just this weekend
It was good to see him here
He said he finally gave up drinking
Then he ordered me a beer
Now my brother lives in Houston
He
lend you a hand
Here in this quiet town
The first crop of hay is up
School let out and the sun beats down
Smoke billows from a Sunday train
That
eyes
'Cause by now I know that you'd feel the way that I do
And I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my side
I, I love you
Please say you
we just get closer when we're not together
You tell me that I'm confusin'
More immature than Marcus Houston
Cuts too deep for a Band-Aid solution
of my teardrops
As they fall down from my eyes
I take a deep breath
But it's only in vain
'Cause nothing's changed here without you
I start every
evil game
You're playin'
Still all day long all I do is think
About ya
You got me believin' that I can't
Live without ya
Well if ya want it, well here
stay there.
I'm without a care.
Fresh fruit and sea fish,
Are in abundance here.
But they don't allow
The natives at your door
Selling
the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this,
young slung, hung here
Shorty, the nigga from here
With a little ambition just what we can become here
And as the father passed his story down to his
And some Homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx
But there ain't no Harry and no Virgin Mary
You won't hear those voices again
And Johnny
Let me take you by the hand
Away from here
To another land
Oh this land in which we live
Where people love and are meant to forgive
And you
And some Homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx
But there ain't no Harry and no Virgin Mary
You won't hear those voices again
And Johnny
another apology
After three years, I'ma let it go (go)
Can't stand around cryin' no more (more)
Got your bags packed sittin' by the door (door)
I'ma
you were here
Shutters and boards...
Last night I dreamed that you came to our house to take an old book from the shelf
If you'll open the shutters
got messages from the lonely one
I was drawn back here by the memory of what I'd done
Love lives here, open the door
I can't stand to live without
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
do in Houston-Aye Houston
When you in Houston
Bumper kits, eighty fo's, trues, vogues
Coming down, riding slow
Hundred round drummer down by the flo'
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father beats
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