Lyrics:
right there upon the kitchen table blaow
It happened all alone in his house
Not a creature was stirrin', not a roach or a mouse
And I was just with
a changing belief of freedom
a tragic disease that I was this blind
and brick by brick
I build a house of consent
you’re locked up no way out
my door
In my parents' house, the floors creak
If you listen you'll hear the boards speak
Somewhere beneath the stained sheets
Is our life
In my parents'
eight nigga
G.C.T. coupe its sour grape nigga
I'm an ape nigga a gorilla in the mist
I hold weight nigga my connect gots bricks
I wear gold you wear
have left and moreover my home
as I steady up the hammer just to break another bone
It goes brick by brick and hammer and nail, it goes brick by brick
sittin' in the middle
Me and my son, Wheezy, got a house by the water
I'll be fuckin' bad bitches (bad bitches, bad bitches)
I be hittin' they daughters
the bag with 2 arms
Got the weed coming by the acres
Look like I robbed 2 farms
Jamaican cartel pull up, Fat Bwoy say "wahgwan?"
I just hit 'em like
Quarter brick sold
Now it's back to dah house
Street lights on
Time nah bring nat choppa out
4:30 inna morning
Time nah kick them bitches out
6 O's by dah
Wherever we fall, remember the way down. Red riding the wind. Blew our brick house down. Gold clipping the wick. Diving in the sound. Hanging by
Sun going down so them Chevys about to roll out
Fiends scratching themselves, stumbling out the dope house
Niggas tying bandanas, 'bout to put
in the house? (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all night cha)
Yo
Autumn leaves
Lay on the ground
Laid out in shapes
Found by the wind
Over night
A brick house fight
Look out your windows
By the way
By the stream
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
brick (fool)
You get good pussy once and then start cuffin' it (fool)
I still been in my bag, I'm just on other shit (on other shit)
New gold BBS, look
stories high
Except my house, oh my my, I see
See crossed lattice work made out of brick
I see buildings
With laundry hanging out of the window
Never
in the house? (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all right cha) yo yo
Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all night cha)
Yo
how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The elastic retreat
tennis chain
Do it by myself, if I get caught, it ain't no witness, man (Gotti, what makes you do it?)
Loaded up them bricks inside my jet and then I
to the murder scene
But it's too late, it's absolute pandemonium
Whisked away in an ambulance is your fate
Nothin' nobody told you when you left the house
than try to float
And when it falls apart well 'she'll be right'
Ain't my problem I'm just livin' my life
I got the house two kids and a Commodore
Maybe
THE EYE
AND MY DREAM CAME TRUE
PROMISSE ME
OUR LOVE WILL BE LAST FOREVER
BUILDING THIS HOUSE BRICK BY BRICK TOGETHER
LOOK ME IN THE EYE
AND MY
of houses, row on row. I felt just like a stranger as I set my key in the door, and lingered. Standing there on the porch. Little flecks on the brick, where
it come
Let it reign
Brick by brick, You're building this house
Life by life, made for us all
Faith to faith, mortar that holds us
Together
Side by
All for one or are we all alone
Brick by brick, it's a house built on lies
Because illusion is easy to young adoring eyes
It's not hard to see
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