Lyrics:
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
your ass hot, (un huh)
like it or not I'm getting every thing you got
a house on the hill mother fuck this record deal
nigga for real I got mines pushing
HIS OWN FAMILY BRAND
BRENN HILL/RED CLIFFS PRESS MUSIC (BMI)
VERSE 1:
He throws his leg up over a well broken saddle
He looks head long across his
3AM I'm peekin' through the houses in the hills
No need to be alarmed, just a bitch that's in her feels
Last time that we kissed, my whole body had
be mighty on earth; The generation of the upright will be blessed. Wealth and riches will be in his house, And his righteousness endures forever.”
God
Here's to how I got here and why I'm never coming back.
Pretty little house built upon a hill, now tell me why is it under attack.
Wine, ink and roses like
Out run your wild side before you buy that ring
The house on a hill don't make you a king
Big fancy car get you nowhere real fast
It ain't always
Sweet little baby from the hills somewhere
Here's a pretty lovebud for your hair
Itty bitty girl, sippin' Grenadine
Look who's talking to selfish
nothing to me
A.C.A.B
There's smoke in the distance
Not from the houses on the hill
Black bloc is downtown burning cop cars
They're just doing it for
distracted by the graphs.
In the resource room Mrs. Petorsky re-enforced me:
Raisins from her zip-lock bag,
And free time after my target behavior I was
here a nigga tryina get them a meal
Climb that hill like jack and jill
But when I need to climb a nigga still keep it real
Fuck they way you other
cool in the Babylon swelter
Bout to build a house with a fuckin bomb shelter
Cause it's a lotta smilin faces out here and I don't trust em
Muthafuckas
to hit the ground,
running up the hill at the side of the house
One by one, in the screaming sun, my family fell,
the air alive with bullets,
set me up as a silver smith/batik dabber
In a house once owned by the princes of mataran.
And he told me all his troubles
We bribed a cfo at semen
of a man
So I built my castle close by the shore
And I slept on the sands of the ocean's roar.
Then I came to understand
That my house was built
I'd take care of you
We'll cross that hill
We should be there by 5
There should be a train
We should be going for a ride
You are capable of murder
You
reversed
I got my handgun of conceit
But at least it's registered
And I checked out of my Best Western motel
I saw a man on a hill in place of my hell
false
the ones who can't get with the hill
get blowed off mowed off
now come on a n grasp upo yards
sleepin in your past you had to broad hard
I m breakin
timeless and holy,
Or just a hill of beans?
Lost in Union Station.
My poor generation.
Maybe we're just looking in a fun house
Mirror and lovin' our
the Lauryn Hill, let's start this lovin'
Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]
It's me and you, one on one, against the world
Every man needs a woman, every boy needs a girl
on
Blue, blue money
When the devil gets your soul
All that's left is a heartache made of gold
He bought her a house in the Hollywood hills
There were
think of you
And I only kill because God tells me to
I drove by your house today
But I didn't dare to stop
And I felt just like an ant
As I rode
the river
Lets go fly a kite on primrose hills
Take advantage of the sunshine
There's no telling when the rain comes in
I feel good I feel fine
Kicked
Of the old gray house on the hill
Where you climb right up and you get your fill
Just knock on the kitchen door
And the 16 cats on the floor
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