Lyrics:
know this house of ours is built on flat land
But I still feel sea sick
If you need me I shall be down by the pond
Rotting away just like you want
Mmm
I had some words with her old man
When I asked him for her hand
'Cause eye to eye, you know, we never could see
Now we're off and we're on our own
The Posse Family Cartel, you know what I'm sayin', we real
Who this nigga thing he is?
I'ma house hold name, wit' game spittin' outta my mouth at all times
I
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(WOMAN)
Torn from our old oak
red leaves swarm the house like crows—
words torn from our throats
soar across the crowded air
claw at your back as you
not by my hand
Till the eve of the end till the day all my careness I'll show
In one night we built our houses, in the toxic selling zone
In a while we
nothin' talkin'
Together every settin' sundown
Like through the house dancin', them hardwoods catchin'
Our clothes fallin' to the ground
Good bourbon
praise
There’s joy in the house of the Lord
Our God is surely in this place
And we won’t be quiet
We shout out Your praise
Oh oh oh
We shout out Your
the evening went?
Isn't everybody just as innocent?
Blamelessly
We're bringing down a house
Blamelessly
We're bringing down a house
Rocked, shocked by scenes
These are the last days, settle in
Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in
They bustin' metal and ain't got remorse for the innocent
It's
of Bill,
And Johnny's lads stand very still.
With the thumpire's shout, they all start to clout
- there's no guns in this gentleman's bout.
Georgie moves
motherfucka'
You think we gon' do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know I'ma bust my
Our years go by
With more or less times of trouble
And the kids in the the house
Were supposed to make up for it double
No Time for anybody
We are
-Check this out
-You a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin' TRU g,
If you get the muffins
Said I'd be gone by five
But it's sun rise and I'm still in your bed
Goodnight usually means goodbye
Me re-playing memories in my head
Look
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
We at the New York City DJ Alliance would like to dedicate this EP to the memory of our friend Wally Infiniti of the legendary House of Infiniti.
earth
Got the block jump'n er'body hustle
All hit the club at night, er'body bussing
Standing on couch, er'body gusting
Yo bitch in our section, er'body
African-American with the power
Just tapped in to the cultural gin
That be swallowing our minds whole
But yo bust it
Empty-ass rappers get me fueled
houses, any work would do
Became Rosie, built B-24s
At Fort Worth in that Second War
The radio was a girl's best friend
With Bing Crosby and Irving Berlin
to bust, blouse wrinkled, but still stunning
I don it
Made a mack move and girl chased me
And shortly thereafter, exchanged our fuck faces
It's tasteless
Hey Bobby
Why are you stayin' in here in this shadow?
Come over by the fire
I'll have a drink with you
This is our house now
So let's act like
of America
Its going on now town by town
The selling of America
You better keep it underground
Ha
Better get a message to mother
Tell her that our
upon a time, near a far-famed loch
There stood a house surrounded by black fog
Darkness it fell over Boleskine
Smothering the room that he worked in
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