Lyrics:
Ladies and gentlement
We're out in front of the dallas county court house
Where the Kirk Franklin verses the state of the world case is about
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
When evening chores are over at our rach house on the plains
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
When evening chores are over at our ranch house on the plain
And all I've got to do is lay around
I saddle up my pony and ride off down the trail
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
just like a child
That we were how we used to be
There's a Stranger In The House
In the house
There's a Stranger In The House
In the house
There's
real
Then I grab on that ass and I firmly believe it
And you look like you drawn by an artist
No you, you look like Bernice and Yaris
But both put
bitch, I beg your pardon
I'm independent but I'm ballin' like a major artist
I stay high like giraffe, pussy
In my trap house, smokin' rubber kushy
yeah, something like that
Join hands
House music
House music
House music
House music
I'm on the mic that's fine but that don't scare me
It's been a long time but I'm back now
Rap pow welcome to the rap house
Rap pow will live till I
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear
to do
It i am an artist and I care about humanity
Yes I am personally rich and I can
Buy furs and houses for my family
But I need access to more money
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
I'm on the mic that's fine but that don't scare me
It's been a long time but I'm back now
Rap pow welcome to the rap house
Rap pow will live till I
and
Running through your house like it's a motherfuckin' raffle
I'm a asshole with tabasco, you the last hoe I would ask for
If I had to leave your house
homey, kick it just like that
(jughead)
Boy, we gettin' international
In the house (gettin' funky in the house tonight)
That's right
We gettin'
to get a man, yeah, yeah
How can she lose with the stuff she use
Thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six oh what a winning hand
'Cause she's a brick house
lips, staircase wit
He made moving paintings like David Lynch
But then her movie deal got called off
She became paranoid, bitter and lost
Like Sarah
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
Fuck the house in fuck the house in
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
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