All your treasures When I walk down your street Through your barred windows you look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than

I don't wanna see it at my windowsill! I don't wanna live in my father's house no more I don't wanna see it at my windowsill Because the tide is high And it's rising still And I don't wanna see it at my windowsill Don't wanna live in my father's house no

I have, I hold the key, to nothing, it's a small Murder, murders in the hands, of motion, as It seems to be No more doors No more locks No more windows No more box

I be riding through the town, town, town I be riding through the town My music loud Windows down yeah you can hear me now I turn it up, I need that bass And my chain so bright can’t see my face Can’t nobody get up in my car today Back seat feeling like a