Lyrics:
Devil on the crossroads, deals in a Diablo
Diablo!
I don't fuck with condos
(I don't fuck with them)
I'm in a row house with my toes out
My daddy turned
This is the house that Jack built, y'all
Remember this house!
This was the land that he worked by hand
It was the dream of an upright man
There
This is the house that Jack built, y'all
Remember this house!
This was the land that he worked by hand
It was the dream of an upright man
There
to demolish it whatever we do
We probably can't prevent Anarchistic
And destructive people from
Damaging our country anarchists
Will still try
To set our
always be, evergreen
You pick Holiday Inn, and I choose White Christmas, singing all night
I'll be perfectly still when Crosby kisses the girl, and I
got us paged
Now we go to different corners and get paid
All our shit gets raked by tuition but the missions still on our brain
We gon' make it rain
Me
of violence
The nights of noise
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys
Carefree in their actions as for morals
They strain to slang sling I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice with tactics when
the who gotta see the proof
You shots of apple juice our shots of Tequila
I'm Cam in the van couldn't be any clearer
Stomp you out at ya mommas house for
showed us what our lives could be
Then two by two by two by two
The people found their plots
We were the first ones to move in
The number on the door is
really need them
I'm still, our life is like a film, set in a different realm
I'm still tryna decide how I feel
I'm still rough as a rider, I'm still
the sun or the house
martin or the plumber may seek warmer climes in winter yet these
are not strangers to our land.
GUARD #1: Are you suggesting coconuts
to proceed
And now we stringing the lights up
Five hours later, we stringing the lights up
Listenin' to Bing Crosby by the fire
Frank Sinatra, Nat King
your house THIS YEAR while
Trying to pick up our son while
He watched from the window
It was my weekend and you
Denied me that because your
Parents were
of Usher
Why is that other sound The House
not hidden by of Usher
echoes of the storm? shall stand.
The House
But
and brought it back
cnd in his head he's still on the front line
Tryna get a job and get by
Hook
God forbid we pray
Bow our heads, hit our knees and have some
Not ever. To all those who supported our campaign, I'm humbled by the faith you placed in us. To all those who did not support us, let me say this. Hear
Came in the game kicking doors, fucking hoes, and rocking gold
Now our pockets swoled
Been having hoes
Been having niggas on go
For real
Ask about it
the game kicking doors, fucking hoes
And rocking gold (Don't act like you don't
Know that shit nigga)
Now our pockets swoled (big racks)
Been having hoes
the Sun like Steve Nash
Don't you ever go back
You've still got work to do
Show these people why they
Should believe in you
Cause you know that won't happen
chasing 'cause they're racing
So near yet so far
On a carousel, on a carousel
Nearer, nearer by changing horses
Still so far away
People fighting for their
through
Trying not to lose my mind
While I was leaving you
Our friends are in the halfway house
You're still on the mend
Don't know if I've changed
an evening wander
Arm in arm
Of you I grew ever fonder
We gathered again next morning
By the fireplace on the TV
On the radio station
Bing Crosby was playing
Still crying about joy, still laughing about pain
Bathed in the fire, burned by the rain
Is it too much or not enough?
If you win or lose, it's
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