I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Let that bitch give me head and kick her out of the damn house
It was like balancing a house of cards on a crooked table,
I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable
Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this
But once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
Set the house up like toast,with a tank of gasoline
Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team
You're uncool like my mother kin
Do you need a house of correction
Can't control the box, you are no mills lane
Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain
Together all the timethought it was true love
Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards
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