Lyrics:
out here in plain sight (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
I can hear them whisper as we pass by (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
It's a bad sign, bad sign (I, I)
Something
trickin' on some pussy, get you stuck up (mm-hmm)
Look at my smile, look at my style, I drive these bitches wild (You know it)
You say you smoke dope by
pour that lean by the gallon gallon
I got some rings and they metal yellow
Put 25 bitches in Margiela
My heart in the ghetto, it's permanent
I'm stuck in
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock,
And stack the boxes in her parents' garage
I had to learn how to travel light
With a satchel and an old suitcase
It really wears you down
To carry
Your leave your hands along your body
You wanna take your pain out of your hands
To arrange everything by only motion
.. nothing is so fast.
Chorus:
through here
Is stormy weather
And it's raining
It's raining in my heartland
We're packing them boxes for something better
Ran across my mom
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
It's still boxes galore
Head to my pops crib to scoop up more
Sneak em in the crib my nigga you know the vibes
I'm only talking to niggas who live
Ordering a cold sundae with chocolate syrup and cream
Waiting for Sunday now filling all the ice boxes with Reem
Pressing them they might explode
decided
To throw all them away
But he wasn’t strong enough
To carry’em on the tray
So he opened the boxes
One by one
And saw that in none of them
Had any
(I'm a gentleman)
(But I ain't a gentle man)
(NineOne)
Didn't wanna clear that debt
Bloke got chucked in a freezer
Grabbed by the scruff
Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad
DC's done this, DC's done that
All this talk on the DC
Gang needs to be
Genres keep us in our boxes
Keep us from our commas
Keep us niggas hopeless
Keep us from our options
Let a nigga springboard, let a god's wings
Surrounded by these fucking voices
They don't ever stop
They keep making noises tryna tell me things
That I don't wanna hear focused on the end
I
[Aesop Rock]
I start my city with a brick (one brick)
Then add another brick (two bricks)
Brick by brick, I manufacture homes for fallen angels
I
The cracks and the lines of my face
So Jetsabel cleaned out the closets for me
And she piled the boxes in the hall
Tomorrow when she wakes she'll come take
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
Death by automation
Death by the tap of a phone or a soulless machine
Human cutting down human
Nothing spared above or below the knees
Where will
chick was stolen by raven.
Popular vote is sealed in boxes,
c toast to the potato prince.
Nabbe' seeks to visit Babb.
Go soon - I offer self to you.
Self driven pen, I'm coasting in the cabin
I felt like cleaning up I made a notebook from a napkin
I don't do well with margins or the boxes that
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
No doubt, I was just about to flood the streets
Big boxes full of tapes with them dopefiend beats
Two white boy groupies, mad as hell
Black men
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
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