Lyrics:
live on the streets of Houston town
Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along
And we headed down south with just spit and a song
But they
bitch
Up so high even when I'm coming down
Just met a girl say, she from the H-Town
I say my name is Drizzy and ain't nobody realer
Cup inside
blow, outside my door,
I'm leavin' my woman at home, oh yeah.
My baby's gone
Tuesday's gone with the wind,
My baby's gone, gone with that wind
Long Gone
"Your challengers are a young group from Houston
Welcome, Beyoncé, Lativia, Nina, Nicky, Kelly and Ashley
The hip hop rappin' Girls' TYME"
I'm
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
"Your challengers are a young group from Houston
Welcome, Beyoncé, Lativia, Nina, Nicky, Kelly and Ashley
The hip hop rappin' Girls' TYME"
I'm
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
right through my door
That is just so you
Coming back when I've finally moved on
I'm already gone
Sometimes shattered
Never open
Nothing matters
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
live in peace
But if someone comes at us
This time I'm ready
'Cause I fell from the pedestal
Right down the rabbit hole
Long story short, it was
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin' up, slammin' Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Rollin' down the strip on Vogues
Comin'
the music continue to crescendo
I can see the whole fuckin' venue from my window
That's when you know you're schizo
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
'Cause
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her - on my door
In the evening when the sun goes down
When there is
till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you
call her on the telephone
And tell her that I'm all alone
By the time I count from one to four
I hear her - on my door
In the evening when the sun
calls me on the telephone
Baby, I'm all alone
By the time I count, one to four
I hear that woman on my door
And In the evening when the sun goes
guides
When my world was full of seven-legged cats
But here I am with eight more lives
I'm ready for the good times
I'm ready for the good times
leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it's long gone and
That magic's not here no more
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
has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working
to make it
While the poor boy's gone
Somebody should tell her to live
And I'll understand it
And even love her more
When I come back home
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
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