When I walk up in this bitch, they turn the lights out All the young niggas with me and they iced out I had to stack it up and get my mom a nice house I could've did the Wraith, instead I brought the bikes out This that "just got to a half a brick" music

He walks away, The sun goes down, He takes the day but I'm grown, And it's okay, My tears dry on their own, In this blue shade, So we are history, My deep shade, All I can ever be to you,

I had this dream where I relished the fray And the screaming filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit here Settled in, into the pocket Of a lighthouse on some rocky socket Off the coast of France, dear One afternoon, four thousand men died

Somebody had to set a bad example Teach all the prim and propers what not to do Nobody around here wants to ramble What the hell, that's what I was born to do Those swanky big brick houses don't amuse me I live in a trailer but I drive a Cadillac I ain't

I can feel it on your mind C'mon, you're talking about it around the house C'mon, uh, baby I love to hear your mouth We've had a conversation, but you know that's just a fraction What you wanna say about me Is I'm all talk, and no action C'mon, you hear

I woke up from a deep sleep I must have had a nightmare But I really cannot remember My heart was beating out of my chest And I was cold, I must of let the window crack Funny september and the winter's coming back The house is unusually quiet and I'm

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend