Lyrics:
We're all kicking, we're all screaming
We're all sleeping at the wheel
We're all California dreaming
Playing house and paying bills
We're all
(Zaytoven)
I was trappin' loud
(Trap) , out the vacant house (Yep)
My nigga how
(How) , you tryna take my style? (Aw)
All my niggas wild
(Wild) ,
was only responsive by photo
I was only trying to be
The best big brother I could
I've walked sometimes confused
Sometimes ready to crack open
His peace to us
In the body of the Christmas child?
In a barn, to poor parents
He was born to be a refugee
Always an outsider
To the world he came
Or let my heart be ruled by greed
'Cause buddy if I didn't earn it, I don't want it
That way I can always say, I got it honest
Now you ain't looking
Down in Rockingham County I was born and raised
I'll be a Rock-town rocker for the rest of my days
I was a rebel with a heart big enough for two
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
a piercing blue
In the heart of the forest, his journey begins anew
He's a child of the wild, born to roam
Through the howling winds, he'll find his home
From
When you're born with the heart of a vagabond
You wander to find someone with the same condition
That could never be tied down but could learn how
fought 'cause I got crowded
Nowadays for he who try and catch your mom and upside down
Graduated to Waffle House, back then it used to be McDonald's
The sky opened up the day you were born
I was so lost, broken and torn
There was a hole, no joy in my life
Ended my darkness by bringing the light
origin of the bomb Shadow of the explosion to die is to be born Inherited immortal hate murder the impostor god Vicious hand of terror set this house
the aid of demons that angels can be born
It's not a matter of virtue or the cause you defend
It's only the moments of choice that count in the end.''
If I could have chosen where God would hide his heaven
I'd wish for it to be the salt and swell of the ocean
Carried by the currents to all
Born in the crack house, trappin' knock your back out
I see you want attention, chase clout
Why's there tennis shoes all in my ho house? (Ho house)
I
got
Strap on to my perfection, strap on protection
My own direction, born to be the best at what I do
I'ma make it through, stompin' like a soldier
Ah-ah, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
Uh
I'm just so far gone
October's own
Please leave me alone
Drunk off champagne
Screamin' in the phone
See my house is not a home
Fuck is
should I do?
I had to feed my fuckin' family, what else could I do but be a thug?
Out slangin' with the homies, fuck hangin' with them phonies in
inspiration
On that pirate radio station
Coming out of Luxembourg and Budapest
Radio signal, clear as can be
I'm so deep in love that I can hardly see
Woke up wit da sun in my face
I was in San Fran posted in the bay
House with a view there’s a party at my place
Drugs by the pool and the Demons
birth, I've been cursed since I'm born to wild
In case I never get to holla at my unborn child
Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin'
recalls a honey house
There'll be no sorrows left to drown
Early in the morning in your evening gown
But it was so much easier
When I was cruel
on his box
Jack boldly declared, let there be house
And house music was born
I am the seat, I am the creator, and this is my house
And in my house there is
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