Lyrics:
through the rooms, opening drawers
expecting to find something behind one of the doors
lookin' through some old window
electric cables jumping about
madly,
Little light, lead us through the night
And if we die, burn down the forest
Chariots, carry us
Distances we don't care to walk
I'm on my way
ninety four
This is when my mother swore
I would live up to the name she gave me
She opened up the doors
But through I went alone
If I would break down
It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3
DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck
Collaborate, break bread with, Pete Rock
Homeskillet
From
so he can drift again
Chim the drifter he never walks the road
Hopping trains going by hitchin' rides he's a freeloader
He goes around from town
I'm resisting you crazy, crazy
Wanna run the 283 feel trapped
Need you by my side to be set free
55 minutes into 12/3 and it ended suddenly
I'm still
code
I got e bro
By the people
I gotta see though
I don't compete though
This is C4
Going C3 or 3PO
I got few POs
I got a PO
What's a PO?
That's a Public
I am!
So by another round.
We'll sit right here,
and drink 'em down.
Get everyone
another beer.
You'll have to kick
us outta here.
Say are you girls
at all.
Then came a wolf who was big and bad
He was incredibly hungry and mad
The three little pigs saw the wolf that day
They slammed their doors and hid
the phone
The choppa it clap at his
Face, gotta rearrange bones
He looking like Joan
Wait, who that at the door? Nah, we good
Set up by a whore, he got put up
saw make your head start wrigglin
Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens
I live by the bud
I take my clones everywhere I go because I'm paranoid
And I watched the cars roll by
As the headlights raced
To the corner of the kitchen wall
[Chorus:]
Mama dear
Your boy is here
Far across the sea
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Doc and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who's staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
A train goes past the station
There are leaves upon the line
Commuters stifle sniffles
With a plastic cup of wine
Waiting at a level crossing
Stands
came a blackbird
Set by the fire
Said the future's comin' at you like a freight train
And you're walkin' the wire
'Cause she's gone
Your baby's
coming back for more
Just held down by all my chores
I just wanna break the doors (yup)
I don't think that they can tell
That my mind is down in hell
I am
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
the cockroach.
I'm the feathers of your pillow,
I'm the monster 'hind, the monster by,
the monster down your door.
Hello, little Chuckie,
can you hear me
to hide
It is all glamour from here
It is tainted with fear
Hear the sound clearly
Don't leave me dearly
I need you by my side
While I am on trial
Waiting
cruising down the block white Montero
Knocking pictures off the wall and the frame out the door
30 mins south from Downtown Dallas
In a country house not
I live in a small house
Three roommates
I sleep all day
I work all night, my money is right
And my bills get paid
But the bank says I can suck a dick
to through down
And a pig wants to profile, kicking in the door now
With the 44 now (Drop)
Ready or not here it comes
Feet don't fail me now
(Drop)
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