Lyrics:
At granny house
Il fix it
Ima tell her later
Delete few pictures
On my phone
That might turn fatal
I might be wrong
But why u still here
What u want u
together
By the skin of our teeth
You'd still pull it all apart
Bit by bit, piece by piece
And I'll go it alone, call this house my home
Build it up again
star hotel, rated
Best by the Town Mouse
Our twenty twenty twenties on the house
Welcome to Charlie's Pub n' Grill
Can I take your order, get your
chickens watchin' and I still be movin' the base
Gave a job to the children you scared to raise
Chain swangin', name rangin'
Shots fired, same nigga
We
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
N****z is dying tomorrow
We, bet on all
offspring
To dwell in a barren valley by Your sacred house
In order, O our Lord, that they may perform prayer
So fill some hearts among men with love towards
And I'm here, seeking for a British Pound
I've always been profound
You can tell by my classic sound
Yeah, I'm here to play with nouns
Trust me I know
And I'm here, seeking for a British Pound
I've always been profound
You can tell by my classic sound
Yeah, I'm here to play with nouns
Trust me I know
let loose, it's idle time
Take a dip just to reboot, that missed youth, you still deny
Take it back to the days, just me, you, and our fighting pride
to higher-ups like
They’re your damn pacifier!
Junko forced our whole class to
Watch Chiaki’s death and
It still brought less despair than
Your original
hate to choose
Don't entertain the gossip
We just shut it down
Above the nonsense
That they toss around
We just mark our losses out
Bottles after bottles
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
Light the Fire by Dahi Divine & Carlos Castelblanch
Who are you to doubt
I’m out here working on a classic nigga
Roll up in the stu another smash hit
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 was
and run.
Run! Run! Run!
Wait!
What's wrong with them?
Breaking in our house
and making a mess!
What's this?
The girl who was here
Because she still feels the most at
Peace when she's by the
Sea my grandma and dad still get
Drunk and sing Luis Miguel
In the kitchen we found our
Favorite
at the same time.
The weather moves across the land and doesn't have a reason. This rippling uncertainty beneath our bones is still the true state of all
made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Nigga enough
Leave you baffled and, gaffled
you see
And through no fault of our own
It's our house but not a home
Days have passed and still no sign of us
Not a hint of what used to be
When
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
a different blueprint
Hold my BBC
Don’t need no introducing
They don’t know by now it’s a cruel game
Bitch I'll kick her our the crib if she using my full
or my life goes to waste
But I suppose that we're still here by way of this amazing grace
Now we've got bigot figured they creeping into the White House
alone
Why do we dwell in the past
Move ahead, gotta seize every moment
God, You said You would order our steps
Walk by faith, it's by grace that You hold
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