Lyrics:
chilly
But he feel no fear nor pain
'Cause he see an angel peekin'
Through a broken windowpane
[Chorus]
This ole house is afraid of thunder
This
You still love me?
Take this
You ready? One, two, three
'Cause the more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say
turtle shit
Bolt like Usain, who game to get got
I mastered the Shaolin styles of BIG and 2Pac
Sweet and sour chicken while my
Partner workin' two woks
There is a house by the sea
Two jealous sisters, they're waiting for me
And one is laid on the floor
And one is changing the locks on the doors
illuminated
By the evening sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you
Our house, is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life
been tested like the ends of
A weathered flag that's by the sea
Can you build my house with pieces?
I'm just a chemical
Can you build my house with
houses and build car parks?
Windows and mirrors like a two-way glass
This is progress, nothing stands in its path
Yellow bulldozers, the donkey
It's the darkest hour, you're twenty two
The voice of youth, the hour of dread
The darkest hour and your voice is new
Love is lost, lost is love
(Oh oh oh)
You don't remember me, but I remember you
'Twas not so long ago, you broke my heart in two
Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart
Gatlinburg
A little chapel and a couple of rings
Will get you two toothbrushes by the bathroom sink
Everything that's anything
Starts out as a little thing
him)
Then he went to runnin' all them gangsta stories
Bout Boo Milton nem
When 2Pac came to tha bottom
And I was feelin' him
I used to drank tha
Irma Tomas
In the middle of it all
My house is a lonely house
And it once was a happy house
And the two of us we were so happy
As I recall
and a barbecue
#33 just like you
Sweet lew, how could you?
Sweet lew, makin' me blue
A laker trade their bobby-d for a house, a guru by the sea
A little
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
You never mix business with new friends,
All black Benz you can call me Pac Man.
Cause everybody know I gotta sack man
I got the whole hood shopping
and the pain
I wear on my face with a tear stain
You feign fondness, honestly it's time to give you a piece of my mind
And show you that you're blind
[Chorus]
I'm doing everything I can to get my buzz on
Trying not to feel this pain no more
That's why I'm pooping these pills and smoking this dro
as young niggas making big fat stacks
I tried to do it legal making records
Heavy bent like 2Pac said "it didn't
Pay the fucking rent"
So now I'm
Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
Hit the house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
Home invasion
a maniac
Go and tell the whole world Mr. Pain is back
So get them thangs out, you betta lock up ya house
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break
and Sade
2Pac in his hey
Pray to Jesus everyday
Here and there I meditate
Keep my chakras in they place
Peace and love remains my phrase
But the thug comes
I'm helping myself
When I help the world, bitch help yourself
I'm an only child, I was God's impression
2Pac perfected, outlaw on records
I will never
Tell her try your best just to make it quick
Whom attend to the sick
'Cause there must be something she can do
This heart is broken in two
Tell
two times, two times
And both times were nothing like the new times
Now it's rough times
I'm out here on front lines
Just trying to make sure that I
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