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Night-time is falling on the louvre. It's been a lazy afternoon. We walk to the house, the air is clear, The water's still moving in the pool. You
Every drop gon Give em flashbacks Tell em King Chase When they askiny'all Who killed that Fuck niggaz John cena Can't see em Paid heavy price tag For this
Sex with John Dwyer I want to set my house on fire I want to have sex with John Dwyer I want to burn in hell I want to feel the smell I want to beat
I rock the house, like I'm RUN!! Rap conniseur, I rock Sean John velour B-boy stance and that's hardcore E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks Your style
tourin' 'round my house, we gon' cut her toes What happened to that one nigga? Shit, we'll never know House so damn big, at the end, it's a pot of gold
If my room is a reflection of my mind If my house a metaphor for how far Then my mind is like a rusty crowbar A million similes I need to find It
of your sin Many a soul fell upon the weeping willow tree There was a man in this little town Whose name was John F.W. Mount Well, he owned a house
the state But the judge thought he was lenient in giving John his fate They gave him house arrest in the verdict that was published But John was well aware
HOLY HOLY INTRO (John) Bring the offering, the offering of praise, Give to the Lord, sing with all of your heart. He has been faithful to walk with
the mumps The plan of the house, the body in bed And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing A hawk,
Hold the phone, ward two, seeing all kinds of great fossils Colossal juice, ? the house, act fly Got you, no need to walk backwards, fuck with
muthafuckin' Ant Kickin' the funky shit with Spice muthafuckin' 1 187 in the muthafuckin' house, Peace
house So why do I keep coming here? Why do people keep coming here? Falling in love with every man you meet I'm afraid that you have John Cusack eyes
the victims Mumma told me to go kill em' So I'm in an all black, like I'm John Wick Open up the trunk, it's a brick and a stick That's a life sentence, quarter
the mumps The plan of the house, the body in bed And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing A hawk,
of face Spare the details, finished on her face And I had the strap when I caught my case Just got the grow house, started in the bay I made a hundred
or go bite the curb Get with the vibe, or go light the herb This the house, built with Faust Ain’t bible pushing, just spread the word It’s true, yes, I’m
adore With a girl who's nice and round When the money's gone It's the same old song ""Get up Jack! John, sit down!"" CHORUS: Come along, come along, You
and books about war I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor My wife and my job, my kids and my car My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar But
a couple baby toys it was so amazing When I left the house, I suddenly stopping breathing Again gasping for air beg for help I need seeking Mama took me
with a pole and we smoking them up Bang through your house, we ain't pulling no stunts Kicking you out like I'm hitting the punts Prince you said you
Where the blues was born Charly Patton, Fred McDowell, Willie Brown Son House, Son Thomas, that delta sound Black man's heart, black man's soul Bo
on call (ring, ring, ring) Stackin' my chips, bitch I'm all in Bring down the house, now it's falling Flip on a bitch on the ops They praying to god,
up in the same house, around the same people but we had different lives and i turned out sad and anxious and lonely but they turned out fine I have
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