Lyrics:
Well I pick up my guitar
(To look)
I look in the mirror
It's like a stranger in my hand
(Baby is cryin')
There comes a time when a boy must
sirens go by my house
Gets under my skin
Welcome to the side of the town that I reside in
Want to hear a story about my little town?
Then: addicts,
sirens go by my house
Gets under my skin
Welcome to the side of the town that I reside in
Want to hear a story about my little town?
Then: addicts,
hate house what an empty home
I just wanna find a place where I belong
With the satellites up in the sky way up in the sky
The satellites passing me by
Yeah baby
Turn me up Eargawd
Big Wolf
Sippin' right
Smith and Wesson by my side
Yeah she's my main bitch never let her out my sight
I hear they hate
the roads till evening,
And I laid me down again,
All strangers there no friends to me,
Till a dark girl towards me came,
And I fell in love with a Creole
on
Three twenty, on the leg press, suddenly I was gone
Switched out your gray sweat pants, put your biker shorts on
Had everybody in the house like, "What
neck
It is not sweat
VVS water like a light house
Lil nigga better pipe down
Fuck around get taped up
Ducktiled
50 cal leave his ass on x-files
Fuck 12
Yeah, you made it all alright
I've got a feeling I might have lit the very fuse
That we were trying not to light
And you were a stranger in my
where I saw a big fat mama called
Deep voice of a place people called the blue house
I felt lonely in group of dancing strangers
Now electricity was
An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step.
Be numbed by the society and plagued by
Blinding hatred caused by fear is
Showing in their eyes
They want their truth all black and white
But a rainbow never tells no lies to a
Stranger in
Stranger livin' in my house I'm writing this letter to you
There's a few odds and ends in my house that I neglected to do
Take care of the little
caught up, I told the coppers nice try
Play me for a joke, I’ll have them folks up in yo house like
Bleed em slowly
He don’t know me, but she’s the homie
she ever take it out, cum on her retainer
Smith and Wesson five-hundred, feeling like a lone ranger
Momma told me, "Never talk to strangers" (Uh-huh)
I
then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin'
then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him
Starin'
wearing Polo and Lacoste
I got weight houses
You can't come in if you ain't got $1000
You ain't no boss
Play this back Mr. DJ
Might get Clue to do a drop
the mix
Charles Trees with the coffee
Joint house was poppin
VC where we worked
Might come up on booze
Stayed at the top of the house
I was out in that ypsi
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
heavy by itself plus I'm holden burdens
But The show aint always over when they close curtain
In Seattle with the Mariners and Seahawks
But years back I
singing tunes mr rogers must be switching shoes
Smith n wesson ima raise the bar when I raise the roof/Get it nigga
If we have a ball we masked up in
singing tunes mr rogers must be switching shoes
Smith n wesson ima raise the bar when I raise the roof/Get it nigga
If we have a ball we masked up in
even need the numbers 'cause we posted every day
On the corner or in my front yard where we smoke marijuana
Sit back, wait on the police to ride by
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