House
Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 7:46 am
How Y'all doin' out there *ahem*
View the inner workings, where the heart enters hurting
front door hanging, windows covered cuz winters observent
my mailbox keep staying let down, left out, hate mail, shed doubt
with the power to light up anything that left me let down
this is memory lane, where they keep driving by my memorie's gate
if ever he change, then our friendships will never be same
we don't live parallel, do I really need to say more
fuckers with no convo, so all I stay next too I nay bore's
let the flow give out, get a grey lawn while it's rained on
a curb to keep the mud scraped off, so fuck all the hate talk
garbage can that's placed on the same spot they place dogs
get placed in the same place where you Sean Kingston'd get that face drop'd
I stay in a home where the thoughts stay drawn hung on my great wall
never broken down, fluck it I'll be here when your Gang is GONE
sometimes my thought is over the wall, so I gotta say it wrong
Ghengis Khan, gang is gone, flame in palm, promethues pen
take heads off, cleaver hen's, straight out the slaughterhouse
leave em dead...boredom is my friend and hatred is my wife
so if that bitch act up tell her divorce is the matron of life
face it I'm nice.....and bored
View the inner workings, where the heart enters hurting
front door hanging, windows covered cuz winters observent
my mailbox keep staying let down, left out, hate mail, shed doubt
with the power to light up anything that left me let down
this is memory lane, where they keep driving by my memorie's gate
if ever he change, then our friendships will never be same
we don't live parallel, do I really need to say more
fuckers with no convo, so all I stay next too I nay bore's
let the flow give out, get a grey lawn while it's rained on
a curb to keep the mud scraped off, so fuck all the hate talk
garbage can that's placed on the same spot they place dogs
get placed in the same place where you Sean Kingston'd get that face drop'd
I stay in a home where the thoughts stay drawn hung on my great wall
never broken down, fluck it I'll be here when your Gang is GONE
sometimes my thought is over the wall, so I gotta say it wrong
Ghengis Khan, gang is gone, flame in palm, promethues pen
take heads off, cleaver hen's, straight out the slaughterhouse
leave em dead...boredom is my friend and hatred is my wife
so if that bitch act up tell her divorce is the matron of life
face it I'm nice.....and bored