Lyrics:
My angel's got eyes like a housing project
He was born inside a guitar
And I can't forget his red lips and eyelashes
And his "How'd we end up where
Jimmy to ya chest
If you budge, you get stretched, nothing more, nothing less
Pay respect, I'm a element of Homicide Housing
In other words, bitch, I'm
to the crimson flashing bars
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream and passing strangers' cars
Live in one room housing with a roof to meet the sky
Spelling
the squadron
You smirking I'm allergic to all your comedy
Apartment housing look who's browsing
Tables turning it's the crowning the beef is browning
Swishers
your housing loan for decades
yeah yeah...
Our ancestor pay nothing to live in caves
I felt stupid to pay debts for decades as this is called modern
hieroglyphics in a pyramid chamber housing a pharaoh's tomb
Swimming in their sorrow like they're not enough
Cause their barrier's blurred and soft while all
I took a walk through the parking lot of your housing development.
Boarded up and black.
So now I roam.
It's not like I'm falling apart.
Don't
times
And a housing benefits form
That she tries and hides
No Frills beans
(Yeah she tries to hide them)
And No Frills bread
She looks me in the eye
that im handsome
Curtain call
Curtail call
Marshal told em, early thousands
super rich, civil shit
But no more housing
Watching Rome burnin down
We in
birth, you'll be hit
With a 20 thousand dollar bill, deal with it
No healthcare, no pre-k
Fucked housing
Fucked everything
But at least you can still vote
I'm best at
But. I'm great at housing hordes
I know, I know
It's always been this way
(So what happens now)
Maybe this was just a mask to hide behind
medications
Whatever’s needed
Move sharp can’t let a hater ever catch you slippin
Public housing wasn’t bad unless you dreaming
Bout big houses in Granite Bay
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ok
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ok
I make you freeze time
Punching in got a break housin
I don't got no stylist
We ain't hit em up in vent housing
The Morning When The Sun Came Up
On Commission Housing There
You Could Feel The Ash From The Mine Sometime
Come Floating Through The Air
But Times Were Good
the fit nigga that’s bout two thousand
SpookyLi so generous
Ima damn Housman
Junkies in here
Like im doing public housing
(2x)
What’s on my TV Titans
the life
Takes place under roofs
And in that town
We're housing pretty
While we drive
In our own grooves
Here we stay sound
With dog and kitty
ideas caught in the net
Pour out the last bottle
And take your complaint out the jar
Those housing collectors
Invest in a future less warm
But there's
All of you fellas taking the piss like R. Kelly, came from the council housing with a small telly in my room
Got the beats smacking, got the vocals
pile-ups in the centre of town.
I didn't want to come here in the first place
But I've been sentenced to three years in the Housing Benefit waiting room.
Need a verse that'll cost a couple thousand (Couple thousand)
Same n*gga that came out of public housing (Public housing)
If we go to the store we not
They all looking at me like I just been scouted
This ain’t Dragon Ball Z but my streams over 9000
We never gon be living in no public housing
Add
was pulled down in '63
Sixty years I'd lived there, child, girl and wife
Sheltered housing's not so bad but it can be a lonely life
Especially since Jim
cnd they'd sold the place to some guys who were building graduate student housing
No one had raised any objections
They were knocking the headstones
Code 187 it's bouncing off the walls
Code 114 I bout to risk it all
Section 8 housing stop running through the halls
Do they scream holy death when
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