[Hook: SPZRKT]
Oh, I need something to believe in
Am I Living this life without a reason?
[Verse 1: Canon]
Okay, welcome to my crib where I stay
It’s only a place where I lay
Where the girl is sabotaged and turned bad
That’s wale
But its cool, I'm a operate it smooth
Look shawty, keep it funky
I'm a put my stank on it, Andre
Before the saints can hit the lou
They have to get to halle
And the road to glory’s still before his chosen
Who would partake
The chosen ones, that is who we are
Lets party
Again, and again and again
Try walking thru my world
Where the neighbors look over their wooden fences
Closer than most, no matter how close their still distant
People searching for sin
Look ahead “in their vision for cert”
They’ll feel the pain if you looking for ammunition
There's only one way and I locked the doors and the basement
The keys kept me safe when they tried to steal all of my bases
Well, you're never taking nothing from under me face it
This home is not finna' grub on my labor
Nothing to play with
Got a couple of rooms and some of em seem vacant
Some of 'em down stairs are locked, a couple are sacred
The Hallways are long an narrow like always
You're either coming or going like Paul in Paul's days
Some of them stair cases are rigid and played old
Lead to rooms that’s dark and forgotten left cold
Listen up theirs a couple of boxes you can't fold
There's a couple of boxes so weighty You can't hold
I'm talking about my life that’s full of rooms and closets
Things in it will make you smile but stay cautious
Cause not every room got windows in it I promise
You look inside and be surprised you might vomit
Look, its not all bad Its some good in me
Welcome to a home that’s full yet it feels empty
But ya'll don’t get me, so lets spit it clear
Come hang with me, I'm chilling by the chandelier
Oh, I need something to believe in
Am I Living this life without a reason?
[Verse 1: Canon]
Okay, welcome to my crib where I stay
It’s only a place where I lay
Where the girl is sabotaged and turned bad
That’s wale
But its cool, I'm a operate it smooth
Look shawty, keep it funky
I'm a put my stank on it, Andre
Before the saints can hit the lou
They have to get to halle
And the road to glory’s still before his chosen
Who would partake
The chosen ones, that is who we are
Lets party
Again, and again and again
Try walking thru my world
Where the neighbors look over their wooden fences
Closer than most, no matter how close their still distant
People searching for sin
Look ahead “in their vision for cert”
They’ll feel the pain if you looking for ammunition
There's only one way and I locked the doors and the basement
The keys kept me safe when they tried to steal all of my bases
Well, you're never taking nothing from under me face it
This home is not finna' grub on my labor
Nothing to play with
Got a couple of rooms and some of em seem vacant
Some of 'em down stairs are locked, a couple are sacred
The Hallways are long an narrow like always
You're either coming or going like Paul in Paul's days
Some of them stair cases are rigid and played old
Lead to rooms that’s dark and forgotten left cold
Listen up theirs a couple of boxes you can't fold
There's a couple of boxes so weighty You can't hold
I'm talking about my life that’s full of rooms and closets
Things in it will make you smile but stay cautious
Cause not every room got windows in it I promise
You look inside and be surprised you might vomit
Look, its not all bad Its some good in me
Welcome to a home that’s full yet it feels empty
But ya'll don’t get me, so lets spit it clear
Come hang with me, I'm chilling by the chandelier
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