Текст песни House - javid

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Fuck y'all (fuck y'all), fuck y'all
Fuck y'all (fuck y'all), fuck y'all
Fuck y'all (fuck y'all), fuck y'all (fuck y'all, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I put that on my mommy
So uninspired (yeah, yeah)
Object of desire (yeah, yeah)
So uninspired (yeah, yeah)
Object of desire (yeah, yeah)
Uh, fuck y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I blow that kush and I smoke for hours (hours)
I hit the bong, eat some shrooms, catch the power (power)
I was saving money, buy some parts for my car (car)
And I put my walls up, cuz it's too hard (hard)

Working at the quarry 5 minutes from my house (ha)
Music industry right outta my house
Talk about the time spent outta my house
I was running business right outta my house
I'm still selling work right outta my house
My mind not in the building, I'm outta my house
And I need some space, get outta my house
Now I got no one, I'm outta my spouse (spouse)

Lights on, on the asphalt, on the concrete
Blinded by real forms, now I'm on the street (real)
Keep me out of whatever you are doing, please (real)
I only show up to the mask party
You bow to me
Now, to me, you're allowed to be so much to me
Waiting, trying
Need to make time (time)
Pass slow, pass quick
Need to make time (time)
Do that, do this
Need to make time (time)
Settle down, simmer down
Need to make time (time)
Smiling sunbeams and my double life (life)
Each quest is a side
Peace to my guys
French to the fries
Ode to the sky
Money on my mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah, money on my mind

Yeah, yeah
I fascinate my obstinate son
My expensive imagination
My friend was supposed to rap this part, but I kicked him out my music
Wish you would understand shit, I couldn't make you do it
I got no time for nobody acting stupid
I can't make us match up, I am not fucking Cupid
I built this shit myself in my bedroom studio
In my bedroom studio
In my bedroom studio
In my bedroom studio

Off the top of the dome, yeah man, I'm just playing
Just trying to cope, reload and start spraying smoke
Hands in the sky, to whom you rely
Hands on my chest, you know who I'm praying to
Close the casket, I'm hoarse and I'm stable
You don't hear these thoughts, just how they're relayed
Trojan these thoughts, it's cool if you say so
Don't care what about, just who they're related to

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah