my heels I broke through the trees and there in he night My fathers house stood shining hard and bright the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my
my fathers house we were poor but rich in love No TV but music there was plenty of My mama hummed the old melodies and we all sang along In my fathers
to my father's house to my father's house. Come and go with me to my father's house to my father's house. Come and go with me to my father's house to
In my Father's house are many mansions If it were not true He would have told me so He has gone away to live in that bright city He's preparing me a mansion
with my heart pounding down that broken path [way] With the devil snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees and there in the night My father's house
ran with my heart pounding down that broken path With the devil snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees and there in the night My father's house
with my heart pounding down that broken path With the devil snappin' at my heels I broke through the trees, and there in the night My father's house
my voice, in my smile, In the eyes of my eldest child, You appear every year in my life. In a dream, I have now, Standing still in my father's house
spoken Open up my eyes, so there's no limit in them skies 'When Ready To Die' was a sick part of my life Palmin' that forty-five, plottin' to pop my
I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain The snap of a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes with
Taxi, Cause I can?t get enough of that thing? NICK MINAJ: Let's do up in Disney at the Magic Kingdom. You can tug on my Gesuppies and my Badgley
it got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk im still in my trap house aka my blow spot
get my spot like a polka dot Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers
the first out the hood to get rich *** still here It's big paper in the prime of my life my *** We take it off ya' shoulder, broad daylight my *** It
, that my name should be sky, its a bird its a plane, no its I Yea, I holla five on four till they bury me man I'm the father of New Orleans and I'm a
test i ain't buyin no huggies, don't dress him like me that ain't my lil buddy dem ain't my lips and them ain't my eyes you can keep them big pitchas
they be after me And my entourage, will flexes connects your mind With a cause, some will kill for a yard Hard is the state of my people nowadays Slinging
to have all of my affection And you'll never get a chance to experience my lovin' ow 'Cause my lovin' feels like ooh You don't know my name (Round and
