Lyrics:
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective, it creates household odors
It
Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness
to feed my household
And my husband is known in the gates when he sits among the elders of the land
My pride is far above rubies but for love trust
In a quiet little nowhere town
Way out deep in the woods
Sits a little lonely factory
Makin' household goods
With a little nothing river
that piece maker
And go out with a bang
But I didn't
I can't believe you're calling me looking for advice
Guess Mr Head of the household ain't home
and wife
Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a handful of thorns
You are my little kite
Caught up again in the household storms
Daddy's a dark riddle
on the couch
You hit your children, then start freezin' 'em out
You try and work things out, but it's never the same
All the women in your household are
the South's on flames
This year I'ma be a household name
I grew up in a house of pain
I don't do it for the clout or fame
All the real niggas gonna vouch
kept coming back with their life earnings
Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning
The outcome tragic, the household dramatic
Living rooms for
The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
imbibed you will end up
Eyeball injecting with Domestos or household using chemicals that contain
Shakedown
A lesson to all to o'er
A lesson to all
household, their limit ran out
And phoned his wife in terror.
The next bit is hard to relate.
(There are no read-outs to this part of the track.)
The new born
Make yourself a household name yeah
Yeah
Just close your mind
You can find all you need with your eyes
The big machines take care of you
Well tie me up and hit me with a stick
Beat me beat me
Yeah, use a truncheon or a household brick
Beat me beat me
There's so much happiness
To Temperance household, delivered ran out
and phoned his wife in terror.
The next bit is hard to relate.
The new born thing hard to describe
Like a rat
ring bells, I'm household
Look at all the rappers we outsold so keep your mouth closed
How did I become so jaded
Maybe all these insecurities are
care providers
We cakin' makin' narcotics outta household products
We ain't workin' out til we exorcise the demons that's inside us
Plus they seem
and wife
Daddy's a dark riddle
Mama's a handful of thorns
You are my little kite
Caught up again in the household storms
Daddy's a dark riddle
The seven little Indians new
If the rest of the tribe ever scrutinized their household
Somehow it would not pass inspection
The big chief railed
Provider for some households I prefer not to mention
What's the use of some expensive when who you love can't see you winning?
Thank about how much I miss
paid. p12 nigga, CM5 bitch)
I got money on my mind, bitches in my bed
problems in my household, niggas in the feds
Yeah thats my dogs, so i can let they
to my household
“We The best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
nigga flow so retarded
we be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe,
And transistors
Chugging on the Brass Monkey
This is my elixir
A household name, I'm a fixture
You're spending money on these bitches
You're a trickster
That's
Met Wiley at one six
Household name in the game now
And I ain't ever touched one brick
So DJ's press play
Bottles up
It's toast time
The Roley's
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