Lyrics:
to finish strong like Brandon Roy
I left my feeling at the house while in search of a bag
Riding solo with a 40 and 6 mags
I can feel it in your sprit, you
Mama, you turned nothing to something
Conversations in mass? Uh
I don't go to church
I'm too busy putting in work
And going on a house search
Do you think Jesus was a cop?
Strolled in sandaled feet to knock on the doors of Bethlehem
A house search with a holy warrant
A finding of sins that
enough
This a story ‘bout a girl that’s drifted up
Grew up knowing I was different
Needed different ways to prove it
Siblings big house
Search for family
them
They have the choice
In this house that's built of You
We come with daggers beneath the roof
In this house we'll search for truth
And we'll leave
mouth
When the song becomes noise, becomes pain
I will try every time zone, each room of the house
Search for new inspiration from old stomping grounds
And the turntables turn and that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's afro, as mama taps her toes as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house, in search
out! and who asks why?
Search my house and search my car!
I don't have anything to lose!
Use me! rip me off! accuse me...
The message is clear - no
house of lies
Search for something to hold inside
Something to call your own
Something called LOVE
Fill up your house of lies
Search for something to hold
somethin’
Dolo, I don't need a gang
I be lurking, huh (Lurking, huh)
Police in my house wanna search for guns
And yeah I still got all my dirty ones
(What?)
to Penn and Teller's
Strolled in the dollar house parties and search for Cinderella
Was just a little man real bold
Tryin to act grown and old so da respect
weeks
The first sto was word to Penn and Teller's
Strolled in the dollar house parties; in search for Cinderella
Was just a little man real bold
Tryin
Don’t know where I left my coffee
But its probably gone cold now
Stepped out the house
In search of something warm to get my hands on
And I found
Mr. Loon returned to Lizard House in search of the forgotten manuscript. Opening the wooden door to a creaking halt, a cloud of dust kicked up
forty times
Whenever I leave my house in search of a new life
Shoutout that boy Artisan, I'm feeling like a God again
I'm running out of oxygen, I'm
they taken Mother
You have no answer
For me
But Father
I can't find our Mother
Then who shall this daughter
Be
And I live in a
Motherless house
I search
that action yea
Shit with my family getting too real
Ever since I left the house
In search of getting new thrills
Never thought of going back
Just
the house in search of the real thing,
But I could,
After all I do not like the hunt or the killing,
But I should,
Funny how some silicone will put out
hard just
To feel alive
To feel alive
Alive
Next day I leave my house
In search of something new
I
Think I'm losing touch
Or am I breaking though
I
Think
just out to offend
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Another day waking up blind
Left or right, I can't make up my mind
Leave the house in search of something
to high
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which nature had spread a pure white garment of snow
And men deserted the streets for their houses
The stone thrower
Broke the windows of his glass house
Thoughtless search
For a
Scapegoat
A human coin
On edge
For a time
Having a fallout
out the door
No choice to leave the house in search of something more
Is there darkness if I dive beneath the waves
Or will it be just like you
it back to my house
Let um search like 5 O
Cause she gone gone gone gone gone
Your the victim right
Don’t want to risk your life oh
Can we chill all
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