Lyrics:
I woke up in a warehouse
But the label had fell off
Just minding my own meltdown
It was there I heard the cannibals, cannibals
They said, "Hey,
or a warehouse
Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts
A Kilo is a thousand grams
A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye
It's nice to have
on the line
I'm feeling good and everything is fine
Got the same job down at the warehouse
Ain't never been rich but I sleep at night
Got a little girl
a double cross of course, I'm hearing guns letting off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive
thing hard to describe
Like a rat that's been trapped inside
A warehouse face, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
A bed with rubbish from
gravel when two cars put in.
I was eating gravel when two cars put in.
Headlights dousing,
Broken warehouse;
I just got out
Dirt inhaled
that's been trapped inside
A warehouse base, near a city tide
Brown sockets, purple eyes
And fed with rubbish from disposal barges brown and covered
off from somewhere else
I'm ready to get involved with the revolving [?] warehouse all by myself
I dive underground finding rounds
[?]
had 'em in one o' my warehouses by the dock
Jumped in the Benz with a ill look, no grin
With a still hook, I'ma 'bout to do this coward in
When I got
Don't know the whereabouts of my warehouse, 'bout to put his face in a jam
Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here
Yeah,
get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook
on the line
I'm feeling good and everything is fine
Got the same job down at the warehouse
Ain't never been rich but I sleep at night
Got a little girl
Terry to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his ass
As lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)
And he pleadin' for
screw it up."
The message was delivered
The mothers wept uncontrollably
Mad children went to the warehouse
Heavens trumpets blow
But the freak
made it ten years later they were caters (where?)
At my motherfuckin' cook house (cook house)
I never work the warehouse (nah)
I shit on the people
like I'm showin' up for somethin'
I lay down Houston around nine, warehouse live
Was my worst show ever, nigga's damn near got boo'd off stage
I
wrong move
[Chorus]
I'm climbing the stairs in a warehouse fire
I'm savin' a child from what's left of a car
Jumpin' out of a chopper so a sailor
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
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,
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
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