Lyrics:
Maybe far away or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee, she may be straighting his tie
Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill
She's
Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be pouring her coffee
She may be straighting this tie!
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
that up
If it don't make money then you don't add up
House in the hills, thousands and mill's
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
The courtship stars out, where romance plays out
Over at my house, I'm on the couch
You're on the TV, not here with me
That's a problem, we can
the voice inside my head
When all the others left me for dead
Somehow I found the only angel in LA
Frustration turns to revelation at a house on a hill
your eyes inside your house upon the hill, and never have to look into their crying eyes, that wonder why your heart belongs to phantoms in the sky.
a graveyard hill,
I stay raw real, with the murderous skill,
Put the body in the back of a automobile,
Collect my collateral bill, shatter your fuckin'
Will, get paid skrill
Nigga try to cross me, get sprayed for real
Fuck a house on a hill
I'm in the ghetto livin' plush
Everything rimmed up
Jean suit,
Wait, can you relate? There's no negotiating
And most be waiting for a Charming Prince
And since I'm not that, it comes alarming
Yo I be taking em by
wall and shut your grill
I'ma paralyze your heart and shove your ass under the hill
President Bill...Clinton got his dick sucked by that horny white
chasing cars that pass
Want to make it up the mountain / better step on the gas
Then the people and the houses start to disappear
Hear the sound
house on the top road
With the candles cold, and a smile upon her face
We run inside and place our kites by her bed frame
She surges higher, the hills
house on the top road
With the candles cold, and a smile upon her face
We run inside and place our kites by her bed frame
She surges higher, the hills
they're all hill
RA is R-A-W
You know that, that had the road mad
No metaphor, just smack and know facts
When I clap MACs, it's bags and dog tags
So
the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could
Pre-Dawn
Words & Music: John Howard
Copyright: John Howard 2019
They rose up and ran to the house in the village
Shouting and screaming for someone
me how it feel
Don't be on me in the club, girl
You gotta chill
I want that house on the hill
And I ain't got a deal
She know a nigga out here
But she
Yo, the westerm hemisphere, soften
Your mind, relax, so it sinks
I'm deep as thinks by Buddah priests
And Chinks with mystical links
The science
you're the one
Don't play me for my love, I got my shoes in the trunk
He promised he'd take you on a cruise but it sunk
I know you been abused by them
Gooding
I’s insane in the brain and I might
Just kill a man like Cypress Hill
Throw him off the cliff with his head shaved
My chest caged, smokin’ CI
a house by the hill
How i long for it still
My home sweet home
Home sweet home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
on a Friday night
She waits tables, Waffle House, syrup is maple
The hours ain't bad and the income is stable
She knows it could be worse at least she's
a poor man's litter
Blind, embarrassed and embittered
Crying in Paris, dead of Winter
Fly to Amsterdam and get fucked!
Take me by the wrist. Feel my pulse
to spoil my wrist
El hit me, saying "the wire just hit"
All I ever wanted was to ice my wrist
House in the hills, nah, put me in the sticks
Hanging out
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