Lyrics:
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Your head is always clouded
Your work is always crowded
You feel you don't got power
So you looking for an outlet
You got no money
It's just a hobby
out whatever I don't give a fuck bout
Like Crowded House I take the weather where I bounce
And I'm coming home the sun's out wow
Imma soak it up
your feelings go)
(Let's go) live our lives now
Were gonna pump it real loud
Don't say no, girl, here we go
Here we go (oh)
House party, house
pound n distribute shit by the ounces
Bitches loungin round the house it's gettin crowded wow
My boo be countin mountains of money for my accountant now
Wake up in the jungle all I see is dreams
(Rise early and I start my day
With a quick run, by the park estates
Me and big bro, the crowded estates)
(Lost
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
years old)
Unaccompanied by adults and a neglected dog
In the basement (In the basement)
I came back in the house and did what I came here to do
Dove
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
morning
Just contemplate my head is crowded
Everybody got opinions
I think I could live without em
Black on Black like tourmaline
Please protect me from my
Fuck you mean
I sip pineapple express
Every time I'm finna night rage
Fuck you mean
By tellin' me how fast I should be livin'
I ain't know life had
spoil you, baby you will see
Call me crazy, but baby move in with me
You live too far, too far away
Yeah
By the time I get to your house, ain't got
frank I talked myself sometimes to go try and end it
How could I be so selfish
This is a gift that I'm living
Too many people lost their chances to live
I was sixteen (Oh!)
I'm just crazy
Don't listen to me
Crazy well maybe
Judge for yourself
One time I ate a pineapple
By myself
One two three times
In
at me like you really want to fight cat
All Tecca Nina want to know is where the mic at
[Hook]2x
[Tech N9ne]
151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice
*
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
Gimme drunk enough I'll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I'm talkin bout them other
stay in exclusive (Like what?)
I woke up in Louis, my shades by Gucci
(I'm stylin')
My neck is a jewel house (Uh)
I fuck with Baton Rouge, ayy
Shoutout
my name, they call me,
(DUH DUH-DUH DUH), Tech N9ne
And I uh, need a Caribou Lou
Uh, that's 151 Malibu Rum and pineapple juice,
You know what I'm
She had polo denim Ralph Lauren tee snap back completed her top
She all fine like shit its cool with me I turnt up to speak my part
Scanned head
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
The crowded house the lonely room
You choose your fate babe you seal your doom
Find yourself crawling down the polluted streets
You're at the mercy of every
I live
In a house
Made of wood
Four walls
Four windows
And plenty of food
One bed
No friends
In my house
Made of wood
I live
In a house
Made of wood
to country I live in hotels
No ashy elbows, pedicured toenails
Sittin on a beach chair, 200 dollar chanclas
Am I in Acapulco or Puerto Vallaca?
Sippin outta
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes
Y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed
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