Lyrics:
In this clamour, I keep humming
The melody of the Backpacker Blues
I hopped off before my destination
I'd rather walk to my desired location
Losing
My eyes eroded by derision
They know the purpose of the wind
In every soul there is a craven
Supplicating, begging shit
But my objection leads
a motherfuckin' thunder storm
Peoples being killed by the fuckin' tornado
But I didn't run, I'm sittin there loot is at my table
Houses bein' swept up!
Churches
that, nigga, you never know
He say a friend but I smell foe
So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door
So I sleep with the big
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
there's haters on your mind
There's strangers in your circle, there's angels by your side
I hate to say you changed, you hate to say I've not
But fame
house and this
Long bed sent from Kenya
And the telling of the story of
The woman you met there
She's a darkhaired beauty - my
Hair's only growing thinner
with the real nigga
I'm in the Matrix, my pills different
Blue or Red U•N•I
This shit ain't a Movie, I'm real with it
of an eye
Take it back to 95 one time, I was 5 at the time
Parents house crate digging like
Mike Jackson, Stevie wonder, the Beatles
Music was my god & there
sale from me
No you can’t hit up my cell homie
If it’s me and the opps in the cage it’s the hell in the cell homie
If you talking behind me
You gon
I question if death would free my mind
Or just lock it in the grave
With me paralyzed
Ima stranger in my skeleton
Comfort is irrelevant
I am in my
that night was over
I'd seen the depths of despair
And the edge of ecstasy
In a house on a hill somewhere
There were so many in that place
I thought how
the blue room
I'm gonna fix
Stoned in the darkness
I'm gonna fix
Stoned in the big house
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this old house has a beating heart for two
Then its chambers can restore me to you
Until then
I will sit here in my October blues
If by spring you have
the strange woman
From the stranger which flattereth with her words
For at the window of my house I looked
Through my casement
And beheld among the simple ones
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
Put the talk on the beginnin' right now, alright
And then you gon' just keep goin' to the next verse
Short Dog in the house, fuckin' with my nigga
they gon get when I pull up in that spider
Be very affraid, I am rarely this sane
I am not all the way there in the brain
Boys thinking they out here
titanic unsinkable
Fire in my eyes so its smoke when i just blink at you (Aye)
Shouldn't throw stones in a glass house
Presential pockets I know when
As a dog with a bone is always
In danger, so's a woman with a
Bag when meeting dark strangers
She holds it just a little bit tighter
Which she
A truck I'm mixing flavors nigga
Millie in the back like Drizzy
Drake I'm Millie Bobby nigga
Only do it for the bands I mean
My fans I'm sorry nigga
Why you
Is it, I loose my cool, every once in a blue moon
Leave a girl stranded in a hotel room
Cuz ain't nothin' worse then flirtin' and teasin'
Trynna
split-black ribbons to our overcoats
Well, laughter pours from under doors
In this house, I don't understand that sound no more
It seems artificial, like
On the same corner back in that old neighborhood
As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years
In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears
I
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