Lyrics:
mark, to meet Kim had to walk
Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
That's about the time I
a .40 by my dick, just like sperm
She a very freaky girl, the best in the world
Asian and Brazil, but I caught her in my trail
Diamonds and pearls,
Lived in the shade of a utility shack
He looked in at the big brick house
At the girls as quiet as a mouse
Uncle Toad said, ?you had best get it right?
You've built a home, inside my mind
And you live there, in concrete lies
Brick by brick, I'll tear it down
Break through the glass
Set fire to your house
attacked by a pack of dogs frothing at the mouth
Stabbed in the face
Glass in my guts, crash
Passed in the passenger's side
You were drunk
Can't get no string in no loop (can't get string)
I put her on boot (ayy)
So I can fuck these hoes by two (so I can smash)
She know we a group
Let her
sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no
to your house.
You can build it from bricks and stone,
but there's still no point in being alone.
So unlock your door I'm coming through
'cause this
on the corner with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walking
and washboard
Wooden tulips grow by the roadside
Made in a factory in Jonjoping
Fake glass baubles hang in the station
Just like the passenger's imitation
Ayy, yo, ayy, yo, y'all niggas meet
Me by the motherfuckin'
The spot in like twenty minutes
Trap house doin' numbers, hey
Trap phone clickin',
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
the bando, in the house with the boards on the sides (uh)
Ain't even have no fire, gettin' beat, gettin' stomped til' a nigga get tired (stomped)
Everybody
a tall glass
Judgin' by her smile, it's about time to
Shut it down
Lotta work left to do, the sun's still out
But any hay to make can wait for now
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home and we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
Orleans
Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, but we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rollin' down to the sea
But
Well the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He's gone North, for a while
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here in style
By
Will you hold the line
When every one of them is giving up or giving in? Tell me
In this house of mine
Nothing ever comes without a consequence
it makes me mad
You gather your stones by stoopin' so low
Then shatter my image with the stones you throw
If you live in a glass house, don't throw
memories, tonight
Brick by brick, we're building memories
Brick by brick, a place for you and me
Memories are growing fast
Building up the house
Brick by
In my parents' house, the floors creak
If you listen you'll hear the boards speak
Somewhere beneath the stained sheets
Is our life
In my parents'
forty-two with the signal overdue
And the passengers all frantic to a man
That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear
I'd been busy in the luggage
a billion by thirty-six
Top of the year? I was broke (cash out)
Done been had lint in my pocket
Now I'm plugged like a socket
Bankrolls in my pocket
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