Lyrics:
for three weeks
His own cat started eating him
The house starts to wreak
That's when we moved out
And our house was bigger
We had a large garage
for three weeks
His own cat started eating him
The house starts to wreak
That's when we moved out
And our house was bigger
We had a large garage
you're just history. The facade is a false house built by set builders who never even knew this house, rickety, leaning, and all our foremothers
So called beef wit you know who
Fuck it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had the niggas sitting on top
I still felt a spark
Deep down inside
Damn
Yeah I hear your doing good
Out in the country in old White House
Down there by Hartwell lake
Marina
fast
These days are ours
[Chorus]
Follow the lights that line the streets
Connecting telephones
Follow the lights from house to house
And they
would get better but it only weakened
Broke into a haunted house
To abandon the planet that's falling down
The devil was the common ground
All our
the businesses and properties which were being run by elder sister and her son. But her husband was of the opinion that she was still young and still a student so
upon high
I sent letters begging you back
saying “Love is on our side”
If Shams is by my side, Love is in our side, Love is on our side
And if Love
high
I sent letters begging you back
saying “Love is on our side”
If Shams is by my side, Love is in our side, Love is on our side
And if Love is on our
Our Lord, grant us good in this world
And good in the life, to come keep us safe from the torment of the fire
As we keep our hands up high and scream
driving me insane, so
I wrote a song that go bang until that bass go
Chilling in my room make it a vibe make these pictures swoon
On house arrest but still
praise
There’s joy in the house of the Lord
Our God is surely in this place
And we won’t be quiet
We shout out Your praise
Oh oh oh
We shout out Your
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
learned to have fun
And keep the family close
Never let a nigga in your circle Do the most
We learned that cops
Wasn't our friends
But we still gotta keep
country
For some stupid reason I still love my country
For some stupid reason I still love my country
For some stupid reason I still love my country
Our
said
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hairs of our chinny chin chin"
So I huffed and I puffed
And I blew that thing down
Next thing I
We've come this far by faith
Pick up your pace and don't you be late
I'm hear to tell ya about the good news
Somethin' about the path that we
fight's within, in
No it's never been with them, them
No it's never been with
I'm
Brand new
Part II
Still don't what I'm doing
It's like I'm only human...
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
circles through my mind
On the late night
I still get high, coz our memories never die
You looked perfect by my side and it felt right
Can’t fall asleep,
lord
I got houses, money and cars, and met every single superstar
I got da whole music industry sold, but it still don't matter
When I'm gone and my
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
Niggas know we came with a lot of strong, took our section over
Took our section over (skrrt)
I know it hurt but you still told me that you lied
We
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