Lyrics:
I spend the bag
I get it back though
300k home equity loan
Alone in my thoughts
Alone in my mind
James Webb Telescope cannot see what's inside
I am
You will be
Taking out a loan
Against your home equity
I'll be habitating in your head
Rent-free
(Echolalia)
I went lucid before
All the velcro wallet
some money down and been ready
Foreclosed
Foreclosed
Bought the SUV with your home equity
Big and Flashy
Big and Flashy
Custom kitchens and the granite
Buying Churches - Brock Pierce
More guap Arthur Hayes
Draper, Novogratz, CZ
Talk about me, I don't care
I’ma invest like Roger Ver
Equity Equity
Loan after loan after loan in the summer time
Alone, darling
All alone, darling
Oh! Loan after loan after loan I eat empty dimes
Alone, darling
Hey little girl, with tears in your eyes
Don't waste your time now, askin' me why
I don't know, I know I'll just be movin' along
You'd say that home
I'm sitting at home and the phone doesn't even ring
I'm all alone again
Not a sound in the house save the radio
FM DJ filling up the emptiness
I'm sitting at home and the phone doesn't even ring
I'm all alone again
Not a sound in the house save the radio
FM DJ filling up the emptiness
Somebody loan me a dime,
I need to call my old time, used to be.
Somebody loan me a dime,
Mmm, I need to call my old time, used to be.
Oooo,
closed down
There's nowhere else around to try
Disturbingly a voice would cry
"Go home, no loan
You'll have you gin and whisky dry
You'll have your gin
There's a home place under fire tonight in the heartland
And the bankers are taking my home and my land from me
There's a big achin' hole in my
a baby all night long
Somebody better loan me that dime
I need my baby, I need my baby here at home (ooh yeah)
Somebody loan me a dime,
I need to call my old time, used to be.
Somebody loan me a dime,
Mmm, I need to call my old time, used to be.
Oooo,
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive
I remember when your ass was broke
And so in love with me
You were always at home, always talkin' 'bout
Joe came home in '45 and took out a G.I. loan
On a sleepy little spot and Army cook could call his own
He married May, the highway come in and they
curiosity killed the cat
And if this tourist don't go home
They might kill more than that
(Oh, I need you to see)
Bird call, hoping that lungs react
As I look
and a G.I. loan
They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home
My P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a round
going to the pawn and loan
Walkin' down thirty three
Walkin' down thirty oh
What am I supposed to think
I love people like a brother now
But I'm
Technicolor girls are always on the phone,
Talking about their homes,
And the conversations continue endlessly.
Technicolor boys, transistor
walk you home
Heaven on loan
All along I sided with your plans
When you love someone but their head's in the sand
All along I sided with your plans
When
Small town, closed down,
There's nowhere else around to try.
Disturbingly a voice would cry,
"Go home, no loan,
You'll have you gin and whiskey
is an island
But no one's alone
Ship wrecked in a high wind
Tryin' to find our way home
And every tear is an ocean
We're all brothers in a storm
Somebody loan me a dime
I need to call my old time, used to be
Somebody loan me a dime
Mmm, I need to call my old time, used to be
Ooh, little
thing
They ever talk about is equity
But to my timid ears
It just sounds more like death to me
New house, new home
Get milk, get a loan
You sleep in
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