Lyrics:
the house
And you gon' have to pay me homie, I'm not leavin' this couch
Baby it's cold outside, we just sittin' by the fire
While the little duns is playing
to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick"
Let's see, uh,
and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
the tongues of angels and the tongues of men, wasn't any
Difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade, house on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand
house by the beach, water blue
That's why you see us hustle every season
See, we got families and kids, like you
Don't let the way we get it be misleading
I hope it leave my ass wheezin'
I keep searching but I can't find the meaning
House by the ocean, we could let the breeze in
So what if it's an Airbnb
you dream of opium
called by the name of your only son alone and lost in love
long gone for alcohol you hold the letters close
draw the lines that we
the stock of letters tied in blue
The letters had been left there
By a young girl
There were ten and as I read the first
I found that they were from a boy in
Would you keep it 1G if a Nigga Got time
Would you face time my time With me
I'm keep it 1G
And if Nigga call collect would You wait by the phone for
the tip
Two months from now get a taste of the dish
just some waste from the dip
by my waste like the blick
Food that I'm feeding this year my nigga
is
it better (oh whoa whoa ah)
(I hear my people say) pain will make it better
No wetter, four-letter, mo' better
Slow pain, no gain, go getta
love and the one that made you cry
Was the same one that said they'd be by your side
Wave one time
Ain't no doubt about it
Said it ain't no doubts no
crowded i slept in the kitchen
They told me read between the lines when clearly pages were missing
Now my ears have heard tales that my lips can’t tell
My
When dreams die
And it starts to rain
Life's passing by
And joy becomes pain
A race without a goal
The heart an open hole
Crowded room of emptiness
Rockin' Los Angeles, House of Blues in Sunset
Performin' like an orgasm, my girl ain't even cum yet
Seen her by the side of the stage givin' me energy
I met a little girl and I settled down
In a little house on out on the edge of town
We got married, swore we'd never part
Then little by little we
I prayed it would never end
But when we got to his house
There was no wife
Only a short, short letter
It said: "I'm leaving you for your
grandma Pam house
Wanted to let the gun ring by grandma Pams house
Bell rang police came to grandma Pams house
I was down bad nigga, I'm talkin my last
He turned the lights out
He turned the lights out
Everybody cryin' at the White House
He turned the lights out
Everybody cryin' at the White House
to marvel at the lunacy of a
Language in which your house can burn down
While it is burning up you fill out
A form by filling it in
In which your alarm clock
How promising the start
Of the letter being read until the captain proclaimed
"Dying is my heart"
Then a hush befalls the crowd as the theatre
Girl you know I love you, baby, you know I love you
I be callin' your mama house lookin' for you, some more shit
All them fuckin' letters you sent
to the letter
My all-around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file
I don't
to the letter
My all-around performance gets better and better
My English grammar comes down like a hammer
You need a style, I need to pull your file
I don't
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