my one room country little shack I'm sittin' here, thousand miles from nowhere People, I'm in my own, own one room country little shack All my worries
'm back in the spot again Blowin' it up, I drop my own bomb Two big green mitts, and tails on my arm You in my way my man, yo B excuse me I didn't call
Send private jets out every 5 seconds to pick up high rollers Milk containers with my name on 'em Washing machines with my embroidery and fame on 'em
out; thats what Chris about Tryna figure out the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all them chickens out; Fuck all them
is vast You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your Oh well, then here comes the gelatin Tips on some sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
close as your Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses Well I'm so far away the step that I take's on my way home A king's ransom in dimes I'
yeah, outta my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out Lookin' out my window, oh yeah Makes me, feel so tired Outta my window, out my project window Lord
'll be your bearskin rug And I'll lie in front of your fire on winter Baby if you dare why don't you come on down to my lair And if you got some money
It's at your own It's at your own It's at your own It's at your own risk, sucker Yo, whassup? Yo, what's happenin?, what's happenin?? E-Swift, you cuttin
here wasted and wounded at this old piano Tryin' hard to capture the moment this mornin' I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka still lodged in my head
the towel/ with soap in my eyes dryin' off my shoulders / my chest and my thighs The next thing I know/ the telephone rings I hear my own voice /on
) Brooklyn We we, we lyrical murderers (Detroit) Welcome to the Slaughterhouse (What you talkin 'bout?) Where we bring them verbal llamas out, bloaw We, we, we lyrical murderers Man, we own
mud Than to leave my home where I grew up Life goes on after the flood The Clover Inn Bar was hit pretty hard The piano's lyin? in the street broken apart My
here you stand on what would be our anniversary Telling me how tough life's been on you No satisfaction for I realized we've lost all attraction Moving on
I'm not the priziest horse or the classiest fighter with shattered glass in my voice writing my name on the wall with the fingers my highschool gave me
here, I'll stay right here I'll stay right here, I'll stay right here I'll stay right here, I'll stay right here I'll stay right here, I'll stay right
a hundred dollars a hunny, mommy's he call 'em dimes So his mind's on his money, but mommy's is on his mind Like a o.g. focused on the come-up, Think
- Nanny Conscience? Is that you standing at the end of my bed there Nanny? My word, it's a long time since you've been round here Out in the open - you