Lyrics:
to a necklace
Adidas suit flier than shell toes
Maneuver in the coupe, the roof by my elbows
Niggas wanna be me, bitches wanna date me
Young black and rich so
The words I have tonight are nothing new
I've got a fever in my blood that keeps me warm
Though the house is crowded there's laughter here
But
Don't know how I got to this place
Everyone's talking with nothing to say
Crowded house no one is getting out
It's a fire hazard but let's burn this
lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all common laws
What, speed on and Peed on
Chorus
morning
Just contemplate my head is crowded
Everybody got opinions
I think I could live without em
Black on Black like tourmaline
Please protect me from my
live in
Wait, wait
Dad got a call, moms in a car crash
Drove past the house that you live in now I-
Dad got a call, moms in a car crash
Drove past
And the shadows keep on changing
And I'm haunted
By the lives that I have loved
And actions I have hated
I'm haunted
By the lives that wove the web
Inside my
I live in a well known world, in a well known house, in a well known neighborhood
I live on the block with sidewalk chalk, they like to hear
And a garden of such beauty
That the flower seem to grin
there's a house across the river
But alas I cannot swim
I live my life regretting
That I never
get by ‘cause
I hate Monday
I hate Sunday
I hate the feeling of a crowded 2 train
You can’t trust me
You disgust me
I don’t care ‘bout your opinion so
to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin' in peace don't even stress that beef
Go head and sleep count your blessings
Fuck you mean
I sip pineapple express
Every time I'm finna night rage
Fuck you mean
By tellin' me how fast I should be livin'
I ain't know life had
hitting the shore
Over and over again
Over and over again
Into oblivion
Hear me now! This was my final thought
I'll go to live sorrounded by coral and fish
these houses?
They all look the same
Why'd it get so crowded to watch the band play?
Promise me that you'll never say goodbye
Cause I can't breathe for
Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in my head
Thoughts in my head...
A dead body laying in his house for three weeks
Until
an out now
I live alone in a broken down house
Waiting by the window but I'm never coming out
I'm mixing up sex with love
I try to keep my body up
But it's
*Chorus*
Now why dey wanna see me dead niggas put prices on my head now I got to
Rottwielers by my bed
*Verse 1*
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
You ought to see my blue-eyed Sally
She lives a way down on Shinbone Alley
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
Daddy stood back and scratched his head,
puzzled by the question that she had.
Yes he did. He took a little black Bible in his hand,
began to read
nothing
Remember when we all went to go eat dinner
Our house was so crowded our elbows was touching
We had it bad okay yeah that's fasho
But my mom she
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
and bust on the police
While y'all playas are fakin bacon we cook the whole beef.
I put it down plain, I stimulate the left and right brain
Cell by cell
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