Lyrics:
like a banner
And a time like a planner
Cause ah lock up in this house like a bamma
But ah really ready road
Ready road ready road
Ready road
Brussels
On this road to success ya seat need to buckle
And get stacks of the bag not talking bout duffels
One Six Jsteezzy you know you in trouble
Wasn't
a, I'm a starboy
House so empty, need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table, cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her
I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Three's not a crowd all up in it
Slow fire
a hundred crimes
'Mans' on road wanna bring me down
but I keep spitting them a thousand rounds
coming down heavy like a thousand pounds
plus I'm known in
Who ready for house parang
We moving house to house
And we going down de road
We instruments in hand
And we forming up a band
We moving house
tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse
And you
Byrd on your back and your coming to
The house of the jazz, of the funk, of the rhythm
All the goods are welcome, but if you're a villain
I'll just
All the way it seemed by 89
But it's not all right. It's not even close to all right.
Down a hall in your house, down a road in December
(Down
Bus
Cause we - ah get down and we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
to the mirror in the bathroom
Look!
She's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving
I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
house is not a home
I just gotta go back
Its twelve ten when I put down the phone
The moons shining down on orchard road
And I'm feeling like a schoolboy
and the curtains are drawn
They're counting sheep down in orchard road
You're hanging on the telephone line tonight
And I wish I could be in orchard road
over areas
Buried us
In a system built by Giants
Or figments of imagination
Just to keep us quiet
I'm sorry I ain't lying
I'm just really high and I be
and the curtains are drawn
They're counting sheep down in orchard road
You're hanging on the telephone line tonight
And I wish I could be in orchard road
niggas worshiped me
Harass some womеn ayyy rob some banks ayyyy
Fuck up the school ayyyyy
That nigga sus gayyyy i am a menace
Crash my jeep into your house
Well I thought that you'd be bigger
That's what they say anyway
This road house ain't big enough for two
And you know you got another thing coming
the mobstick (ayy-ayy, yeah, ayy-ayy)
(Rollin' down the road in my brand new ride, better believe it)
(Better believe it)
(Rollin' down the road, road
and working man's bars
Smoked
Choked
Life right now ain't what I'd hoped
Smoked
Choked
Life right now ain't what I'd hoped
Tear down the house
Tear down
to school and getting good grades and shit
But I'm seeing like, domestic violence in my house, and just, so much going on
And I'm sure everybody was
a baller, and yo
To get out of here you walk the yellow brick road
By the way homeboy you got a murder rep
Pointed down at the house and my head just sat
I
down to the rides on east parade,
By the lights of the palace arcade
And watch night coming down on the sovereign light café
I'm begging you for
I feel like James Wiseman, Jameis Winston
How you say you're working? You're in the same position
I feel like Blake Griffin, leave the rim shaking
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