Lyrics:
There's a red house yonder
Just over the hill
With my name carved into the window sill
I think I'm gonna burn it down
Yeah, I think I'm gonna burn it
lighters and wave 'em around
If you don't know by now I'm talkin about Chi-town
Go ahead roll it up and pass it round
'Cause lately's been a whole lot
the fuck
Muthafucka could be located nigga could be touched
I'll stab ya ass up
And its up by the cut
I keep my rees(reeboks) strapped on tight
My
Like how a flower withers
That was the two of us
I wanted to make things right
But it was just too late
Cause you moved on this way
And you lit a brand
So butter
Make em' mutter
Watch em' twutter when it walk by
Giving me that side eye
Never seen better
Curves make me sweat uh
Based as ever
Got me
problems I can admit
But we handled it and still the candles lit
So glad that we didn't just jet
Cause now we reap the benefits
Who would have
over
You're the reason why I'm closed
Tell me when you hear me falling
There's a possibility it wouldn't show
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Have I found you by mistake
Our connection was never fake
Now it's over has to be
Out of time
That is you and me
I look back with sad eyes
On a love
messy but he's blessed me
Much more than I should be
Angels watching over me
I'm not perfect- but I'm faithful
They've been assigned by THEE
Angels
Sunsets over I do not want to be sober
I tip it back minds going black
I just wish you would come over
Sunsets over I do not want to be sober
I tip
distracted, anyway you, you were saying?
Wait, uh, now they're waving me over
Can I call you back? Yeah, everything's fine
Why, am I, I don't know why
I
party hard till it's over
I popped some X it feel like nobody
Around
I can't lie my nigga im lit
My eyes way to low for a pic
I might just drunk text
Yo, yo, yo, what's happenin', baby? (Come get with me, babe)
Come on over to this VIP section
Oh, don't worry about it, you ain't got no wristband?
wrong
It's all my fault, it's all my fault
When you misconstrue the wonder and the shame
All over town, my name's passed around
'Til you can't tell
mind:
The prevention of Christ's birth
Dead are collected and piled to feed the flames of a furnace fire
The day lit sky is now blackened by
Lil' Ricky Bobby
Who's hoppin' up
P. Diddy, nobody
Nobody
Tag, I knew I was it
Was it
Too lit
Too quick
Seven-one-seven
Sir, I'm a V
My niggas on point
by the code
Gems of game yea I study the lessons
Know I’m not gon stop till I’m reaching my goals
I had it packed in the party with thotties on molly
The lost and lasting bountiful waves I see passing over us day by day
It leaves me with nothing
Nothing left to say at the end of the day
But
You said I don't know what it's like to be haunted by the rain
I said I'm sorry love I disagree I'm soaked right to the bone
Your heads spinning
grind
It's more than just moving them packs
It's more than just moving them packs
I gotta shine
It's more than just writing these raps
It's more than just
HIV-pussy-havin' motherfuckers)
Yo, yo, yo, Daz, easy come, easy
Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But
these ho's
Yeah, being deceived by the love I felt
It ain't no love in this shit, so I'ma love myself
Steady stressing over love, fucking up my health
Why
a stallion (Uh)
It's all up in her face, throw it all away
And celebrate
Uh
Oh my god, let's celebrate
Uh
I'm fire, i'm lit
I am, the shit, rather conversate
Yeah, things been going good, you and me been going great
It's time to have a conversation, so girl, let's conversate
You already got a drawer,
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