Lyrics:
Welcome to the ghost town
Where there's plenty of lost souls
Lonely households
Cold bitter streets, outside's a no-go
Resident Evil in every post
nothin' (Goddamn)
I'm sorry, baby, I can only be me, a hustler (Goddamn)
Trap nigga, but my household look like The Huxtables (yeah, yeah)
She think that
As the likeness of a poetic fact
Of a household used to this deceit of vespers gold
On the ornamented throne, the previous fell
Engulfed by the perfume
a household name
There ain't nobody that a man can trust
When all his headlines read 'Notorious'
There ain't nobody that a man can trust
When all his
Sunday, mom was cleaning up Jack's room,
I could call it the beginning of this household's doom.
After knowing her son for eighteen years,
She
to operate than
A household appliance"
Hi! I'm Candy Jo, and I'm shooting the Ingram M-10, or the Mac-10!
GUNS.
This gun is one of the most well-known
a hit list
Ain't no niggas gonna catch this shit
If you want the bullet than enter my household
Fuck not like I told you
Ah na na
Don't fuck with them
Once a household name
Now a household shame
Burt Reynolds hides away
But once every full moon
And every eighth of June
He attacks the fair citizens
Boys to men, we raise the bar high up, so I don't wanna waste that
Puff daddy of the family, head of the household
So life? Ima take that! Take that!
no quit in me even if I had to crawl a mile naw
And I'm the last one to go to sleep in my household
Still the first one up I need a mouthful
Remember
three daughters
Just like the household's children
But these girls are un-sleeping
They're a demon's servants
They chatter in the dark
They whisper in
Pull up with the cocaine, molly in my bloodstream
Household name, everywhere like Cobain
Courtney Lkve in my cup, doubled up
With a big blunt, in
from the sidelines we wasn't made to play the bench
Trying to make room in our household pack ya bags or we taking rent
No silver spoon, not even bronze
skulle alltid vara på väg mot framtiden
Jag som hade en förhoppning om att bli ett household name
Den som dog med min dröm att fronta ett band
Jag blev så
For our entire village was but a compound house
Yes the culture of Africa, though the child may belong to one household
It took an entire community in
it to work with a hangover
Household sitting on my shoulders
What keep me going til my shift over
Money Money (I'm getting paid)
Money Money (I'm
other
For our entire village was but a compound house
Yes the culture of Africa, though the child may belong to one household
It took an entire community
household likes their shape
The Triangle wishes she had the Rhombus's figure
The Square thinks if he was a rectangle in his youth
He could have bagged
false deity
There is no confiding
Find yourself in your tomb
Household pets skinned alive
Force fed human remains
Your death is your only escape
I will
hero here to never give a fuck (YAH)
Never complacent, determination that I'mma show
I'm making my name a common place in your household
I show no mercy,
so bad
To the point that they all fall victim
There's an unfilled gap in the household
I can feel it in my sleep when I'm out cold
And the truth is it
said
Way beyond adequate for regular sleep
Majority of the household's numbering sheep
Habitual cycle needs to come to an end
I need resolvement for
play an old record on the phonograph
I’ll say something stupid that’ll make you laugh
Can’t promise riches, or a household staff
Just the other half
I lostem shootem like Tony snell single parent household we aint have no help
VERSE- I been grinding I been grittin I done really had it hard how he
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