Lyrics:
scratch my neck
You don't hold back
Yea
I'll give it all to the altar
Possess me, won't falter
Tip toe
Through the window
By the window
That's where I'll be
the Greyhound.
It's a dog gone easy way to get you down.
Tired of watching this night go by
So I look across the aisle.
The window's frosted, I can't sleep
me nigga when you touch down, I'm still here
Fresh out the bed in my slippers, all my niggas is niggas
Brush my teeth while I figure how to get up
a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
on the lawn
There arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter!
Away to the window
I flew like a flash,
Tore open
a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
the bed to
See what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast
with the Queen and the King
By oh by oh Sweet Lullaby
May your dreams be as big
As the the stars in the Sky
Let's open our hearts up
As we close our
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
their radars like Etta James over Stax sound
Warren G and Nate Dogg comin' out the speaker holes
Regulating full blast with the windows closed
Got more
a similac and oh my Cadillac
has 50's in the back
playin rick James and Tina so relaxing
passed on by the neighbor red lane
they called him insane
heer's Mr.
floor?
For some James Dean wanna-be son of a gun?
Word on the street he's on the hunt out for a fool to dangle by that heartstring
Oh how do you get your
Mi casa
Shawty just need the prada
I ain't never showed no dolla'
I smoke weed like a rasta'
Yaa
Jamaican don dadda
I fuck a bitch by Kwanza
a Tesla throwing loud ducts off the exit
Had a clip for the tec for the young and restless
Five stars with the crescent
Used to cut hair on 119th by Mr.
them all half dead
Joseph James DeAngelo
These flames became untouchable
Hit them like a slug to the guts I'm nuts
Turn you into a cadaver like magic
Quick to cook it flip it & dish it out the window with fries
Little pretty chick thinks she's slick, she trying to see the inside
Magic Stick the type
Quick to cook it flip it & dish it out the window with fries
Little pretty chick thinks he's slick trying to see the inside
Magic Stick the type of that
slippers when I'm lounging
I'm behind them tinted windows, getting tutored by a bimbo
Bend her backwards like its limbo
Dog this money what I been on, get
empty
And your partner looks estrangement
I got my ego trapped by thoughts of living peachy
In a hearth to Raise our children
home schooled by
I remember how I got started with you
It had to be watching The Color Purple
One time while I was still in high school
I was fascinated by the scene
month and where I'm gonna stay
Take a loan from James coz my bills wont go away
And I'm scared of being watched through my window everyday
I gotta take
I'm lookin' out my window, but I'd sell my soul for the better view
Cash sale, ain't no records of the revenue
I'm in the lab, mixin' sounds like
Written by: James Ray, GodSun
Just like the sun every morning you rise
Paper chasin stays on you mind
And being broke is a no no
You gotta keep it
surviving where them killas at, 5% the windows and the grille is black
If this don't work and I flop
I'm with some niggas that's gon ride so family ain't all
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