Lyrics:
the day we laying in the casket
With them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm
Been too strong, for too, long, I'll probably die
With my
what a place I've been
In and out of some sin
Or it's anxiety taking the wheel again
Head on the pillow, a book by other men
Grown children from another
He said real men aren't pimps, now peep this
I really hope you keep this, my thesis
In the banks of your memories not Jesus
But I still got a thing
gon clown on the black fish
Black fish
Get rich
Now everybody down with the
Designer hoodies and linen fabrics, bad bitch wear my chain
Miss Ella in
another goodbye and hello
It's my home
Sometimes I envy the people who stay
They keep all their memories in a little house
Or a little town by the way
It's
Only goin' down on you haters
I'm a crowd innovator
Turn the town into raiders
With my sound in the air
You Don't Like It
Not even a little bit
You Don't
and trust is a must
Communication wrapped in lust
But being that I can't sing but the words are by me
I got a little help -- Eric sing it G
Passion easily
around the spirit of the wild
Draw power,
Power outages in my generation could blackout
The back up generator, I'm a renovator
We in the house, and keep
Intro:
oh man i got a splittin' headache
and my heart is broken up into a thousand tiny little microscopic pieces
Chorus:
i got a head full
a roll of dice
Visits from the suit and tie
Men in black, they let it shine
Bright like a diamond
Lost in the findings
Of the issues I be dodgin
Move out
Sitting in the back seat
Waiting for pretty to hit
Casually sip on this fifth
How'd I get into this
Oh my heart beats a little too fast
Hope I don't
here in the streets of New York
Some talk the talk, but don't walk the walk
Like Muslems at the corner store sellin' pork
My little brother still
Same ol' dream in the same ol' head
Wake up ev'ry day in the same ol' bed
Same ol' house in the same ol' town
My same ol' car make the same ol' sound
EvWhen I'm bustin'
up the party, hear my engine revWith high resolution
in the late pmX-Men scratch the beat while I drop this
gemGot tints on my windows,
Bobby Digital versus the RZA and the pit full of snakes
Turn my mic up a little bit
Yo, Bobby Digital
Ayo I could take a rain drop, turn it
you can find me where I’m found, by the old red hounds, by the old red crown.
Ay bitch you look like a clown, yo girl at my house and I’m fucking her
Every day gets worse,
Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse
You must wonder why I look at you that way
Tonight ill make my way into your house
I
the man in the vest
Went dancing down the wire.
Cotton candy, apple sweet
I can't get enough of what's bad for me, oh
Satisfaction guaranteed
By
could build a little house
For just the two of us
And if you wanted to
We'd find a place just for us two
Where time would pass us by
Watch the moon turn
Well there is a cop living in my street
And I throw rocks at his wife and his kids
Because as long as men like him exist
You and I will never be free
they never slack making dis papers
Trap house full of junkies all my niggas sipping
Popping, leaning smoking weed waking up early in tha morning
come crashing down
Slow burning down the house
I lost my head in the fragrance
Dank so good got me hanging
Off the ledge and it come crashing down
Slow
bags
And hit the road
Remember what it was like
When I held
Your cold hands
When he left you
All alone
In a bitter storm
By your house
You saved some
Circles and spirals in mind
I thought you knew I knew but
Why and by and why and by and by
I wanted you to know
I thought you knew but
Why and by and why
Discuss these men in little houses by my epic Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In