Lyrics:
dreams and vague directions
Of how I would make my stand in the house of corrections
Now I'm a man at last I see that everything is changing
And if you
and vague directions
I would not make my stand
I the house of corrections
Now I can see at last I see that everything is changing
And if you want to hold
Everyone says I've got no direction
They want me sent to a house of correction
That's too much when I really can't take it
When I try to relieve my
house
Oops, correction
I need a woman that know peace of mind's a real bag
A true love I never had
So what the hell am I lookin' for?
Someone who's
allowed?
(Sing)
Poor girl in a house of correction
You're sexy as hell
But it won't pay the bills forever
Bright lights and no information
Your feet
alone in this hole every day
I came to you for love and affection
You sent me up to the house of correction
But you're never gonna break my heart
You're
a justification
You can't be the victim you need a house of correction
Alone in my cell I count the days on the wall.
Like a savage animal they say I'm out
the product from a friend
Speed off in a black sedan
Got the weedman
Looking to control the seen
An expand
Networking to meet connections
Through the house
I PLEcD DESIRE
Posted a letter to the house of corrections
Last time we spoke was three weeks ago
You lived your life drugging and drinking
Grasping
When I left the navy
cnd threw away the gravy
Bye-bye
You nursed my erection
In our house of corrections
It was alright
Waving an iron lung
industry complex
The context running the streets
Never progress
It's like obsession to carry a deadly weapon
You back in house of correction
In the streets
the potion, smoking the potent, but I ain’t got no money to blow
So I sell it with caution, house of correction I’m praying God that won’t have to go
My flow
direction
They want me sent to a house of correction
That's too much when I really can't take it
When I try to relieve my frustration
Seems like nothing I
Like a late final eviction payment call
No time left to contest he's outta here y'all
Thinking resurrection in the house of correction what's your
Before you're sent to the House of Correction
Oh baby
It's really the blues
Oh baby
It's really the blues
Oh baby (it's really, really, really)
What say You, Lord
For the Olive boys down in the house of corrections
As they try for love and any form of ascension?
Am I on the right train headed
Throw down your sweet sixteen
Lil? Kim can do it She could phone it in
She wants love and affection not the house of correction
She stands where she
Henry the IV double shot
I just finished a bottle of Old Crow
I just bought a case of Chateau Margaux, not the 95, the 96
Your house is of corrections
it back to my house.
Correction: mom and dad’s pad. Abstract concepts forming about my own residence.
Carried weight internally; still don’t know what
score and waste away
Midnight journeys, while the wallet's burning half a wage at the door
Sacrifice, sacrifice, make my house come alive
Correction
It's okay I just pray for em
Everyday Lord
Please Bless
The Less
Fortunate
Wealth is a perception
Big house
Nice Car
Perfection
Correction that's
to get you naked (well, damn)
You got my dick hard as the Department of Corrections (wow)
So stop with all that flexin', baby, bitch, don't miss your
think to make
I don't even think to make
I don't even think to make corrections
Famous angels never come through England
England gets the ones you
world leaders are crying
Correction I need no direction
Oh let me go just one last time
I spend my whole life searching for direction
Oh let me go
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