Lyrics:
When she poppin' a plan b
Fuck you niggas don't pardon my french
I'm not friendly
Boy you a passenger stick to the backseat
I saw yo bitch and burst out
(Girl, Za made another one)
With my skis!
My granddad been getting better by the day
Every time I get some mail, I hate to see it from the state
Hud
know how (I wish I loved you better by now)
You should drop me off at my house
If I don't love you better by now
Buy you a house on the hills promise that's slight work
Even give you a baby baby that's slight work
By any means we gone get it get it that's slight
solo necessito es dinero
Ima need the house in the hills ranchero
Bentley Bentega no me gusta nun little
Ya Ima need the cash Dinero Dinero
Ima need
mentally scarred
Say your little bars they ain't on tier with ours
It's controlled chaos bitch yeah we really do this
Got taysty in the house ceo made
passenger's seat
I keep my bible by my
Pillow when I'm falling asleep
Without you Lord, I am nothing
You are the realest to me
I know you'll never let me down
by my side
My shotgun passenger whenever I ride
Bad times, good times, you were always there
I needed you and you were sincere
Chips were down and you
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards
sacks of mail
All along a southbound odyssey
The train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' towns that have no name
sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no
propers
For makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya
[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers
Big houses, candy
(Don't want to be stumblin' baby)
This is for them hustlers scufflin' for them ends
Tryin ta get a mill, (fancy cars) and a house on the hill
He lives in a old house on the hill
This elderly man of dark secrets
Haunted by the memories decades ago
Which shaped this man throughout his life
in this game
My homies like to fork, them fools like to ride
My homie got the Tommy out the passenger side
About to let em' fly cause it's another
little sunshine
And too much shade, I may
Aspire for a messiah
Higher up on the hill, I lay
Border on the edge of artist and jester
Still carrying
Carnage,
fallin'-off
It's really far fetched!
I turn a little to a lot I make it stretch!
In come the Franklyn's!
Then come the Benji's!
Fiends by the crack house
chases its tail, will be dizzy
I bumped this hoe on the danceflo'
Where you wanna go? She said, "I don't know"
I thought I had a treat in the passenger
DREAMERS:
High on a hill sits a big old house
With something wrong inside it.
Spirits haunt the halls
And make no effort now to hide it.
What will
This plane it's like a building
Heading for the dark outside
All the passengers on board are
Leaving for much rarer climbs
I hate good signals
I hate
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulled out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that
and a house on a hill
You're losing your way heading straight to hell
If you don't buy him a new suit and a house on a hill
The devil's got your ear one way
be true love
In the passenger seat
I was trying to get free of my fantasies
I was holding off holding out hope
For long gone, long odds girls like you
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