Lyrics:
vialed in, whats up?
Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up
In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse
Tony's got it nice,
can't seem to get it right
Behind a warehouse in a burned out building
A man is sleeping in a cardboard box on a pile of salt
Rainy days.
Rainy
tax
I'm ready to go up in the warehouse with my ax
And chop up shit until they give my freedom back
Service to what, who
Damn, you got caught
fling, after fling, after fling
Wearing this Louis, inside of my closet look just like a warehouse
How many hundred dollar bands and booby can I cut
in Houston around nine
Warehouse live was my worst show ever
Niggas damn near got booed off stage
I performed like my first show ever
Women in
"My love is like a powder keg
My love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse
Somewhere just outside of town
About to burn down
My
the warehouse air where his dairy curdles
St. Vincent de Paul trying to square the circle
Circle the source of his power
Foresight born at the corner of Howard
Well you took me to the movies
You took me to the dance
You took me to your warehouse
Tied up in the back of your van
You said "whip it out"
Cincinnati, lost in a hotel
She knows all of the warehouses
I wish we'd cross paths some more
But I had to go away
Loving, hiding in cornfields
The story still in the works
The players fishing ideas
Walking in the air
The church of Irene
Stands like a warehouse
With love's spirit out in
A tramp found dead, in the street, just made the news
Forensics report read ‚drug abuse‘
Found a warehouse slip in his sleeve
Marine corps major
it?
We should be living in a warehouse district
I take the day and the lesson it taught me
Passing off blame to anybody is easy
But darling, you
it?
We should be living in a warehouse district
I take the day and the lesson it taught me
Passing off blame to anybody is easy
But darling, you
the change
Bitches givin' brains, niggas ain't the same,
Got these lil' niggas out ridin' for the flame
Warehouse full nigga, nothin' but some bricks
Got
'em hand protectors
Halloween handouts
We got a ten-thousand foot warehouse
Full of cassette tapes,
Persimmon woods,
Ink jet printers,
Telephone
Skint in a material world
I did a warehouse stint for south sea girl
It was Hong Kong clothes for cash
Everybody got treated worse than trash
out like groceries
Best go, we in a Sam's Warehouse
Lying, wrapped around the bin, time to starve cow
Black bull talking loud but they ain't saying
hundred grand on the Visa
Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia
Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer
That's the life of a thug when he hold
In an abandoned warehouse with no lights.
Just shadows, and soon no rabbits.
The purpose of the event is to pass the torch.
From one generation
Here comes a ringing testimonial
Here comes the saddest song you've ever heard
From somewhere else, somewhere good
In a warehouse painted red
Around
the judge, on some money maintain shit
Black Ceasar, hundred grand on the Visa
Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia
Found him in the warehouse, tied in
adriftà
Now I'm in that zone dwelling, I woke in a warehouse tied to a chair
With an abundance of flair surrounding me in a circular angle
Glared up
warehouses of butter
We've got oceans of wine
We've got famine when we need it
Got designer crime
We've got Mercedes
We've got Porsche
Ferrari
'Cross a warehouse floor
Outside a heart beats faster
Inside it needs far more
Sometimes
I feel so low
So close to heaven
Come reach for me
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