Lyrics:
windows have seen sights you couldn't imagine
And it can't be erased by Windex or a coat of paint
Chorus
Surprise!!!
For each and every wall that ever
There's a sound
Across the alley
Of cold metal
Touching skin
And you can see
If you look in her window
That she has gone and cut
Her hair
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
And I'm gonna try it snow's on the way
We'll be stranded for a week
I'm movin' to the window
Look outside, take a peek
I wanna roo in you
Come straight out
Windmills
Passing time counting windmills
Through the windows of the train
Like etchings scratched on the horizon
Waiting for the wind to rise again
of the rapturing
So when you factor in, everything else, it speaks for itself by answering,
Any question you have and challenging any opposing views at a rate that's
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
any contender, testin the murderous Master
could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts
explode through your
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
of grass, young man lookin' in the shadows
That pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass for dignity
CHORUS #1:
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna
the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna
why you never satisfied? Cause I ain't ever made Forbes
Want a mention I won't even give it look I pay attention
Windows tinted I don't know who in it
Rugers look like rulers
Shootin' like the video
And we be ridin', ridin', slippin'
Slidin' all through the city with that
Semi right beside him
Ballin'
simulation
It was Banded like a slip knot
Until the permission granted
You open up the Gate
By defogging up the bandwidth
Fit through
Through the Lion's Gate
to sing.
Some say there's a party, but it looks like a job to scrap.
I catch bodies with a nickel-plated rough rap.
Me and Scoob, we run together through
willingly he
Looks outside the window every other day, doesn't shower
Awkward when his neighbor knocks, asking unimportant questions
Microwaved dinners have
from the mound,
look gringo but he brown,
kill another show in your town,
stack gold bars by the ounce got an open account,
your homies like; ""why'd
a king (King)
I have to lead understand by any means (Any)
I've made some decisions out of pride I'm proud of
Crazy my only remedy is toxic
You are
We were living in a big block of flats with a central courtyard.
All the bedroom windows opened onto this court,
And sometimes in the middle
she's home in the window
Waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair
When they wrestle her upstairs
Cause you know we ain't gonna come
Ah, I ain't
more like I'm in a heist alone
Look, I don't like to aim my shit at any artist
When I'm writing I'm just generalizing
How am I gon' take a shot
Look, I don't like to aim
My shit at any artist
When I'm writing I'm just generalizing
How am I gon' take a shot at something
I can't even fucking
That the future looks bright sometimes I lose sight
Clear up my window so I can see clear
This limbo's uncertain gotta choose where I steer
Yeah, WesLi
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