Lyracs Lyrics

Yea

One Morning I woke up, and no one was in my house

Wanna Know how it felt I'm the freckle month face of the forgetful face

who grants mistakes

And whatever is left to decay

Separate, as soon as breakfast is ate

Married in mind that I always staring Through Time

I don't care If you find an error In time It must have been an error in rhyme

My earn run average Is Zip

just look at the control I have on this shit

Imagine what a trip It is to get found

Witnesses get pissed, look at the ground

Lift the Chick, quick, cause you pick up a sound

Paranoid, then Goes to shit

In this hood at this point they be loading clips

"Who approaching the Whip"

So close to the Pen that If I go in its no little bid

but no Kid, you Macaulay Culkin

My thought be stalkin You can call me Marvin









Sitting In the living room waiting on the Phone to ring

I ain't Got no Company I'm hanging, and I'm looking for a song to sing

I'm Home alone Hanging on the Doorbell

Hanging on the Doorbell

Home alone waiting on the Doorbell

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

yo











The Sun peaks in, day one for the weekend

Ring tone Tweakin, Shes Od'n

Who's on my mind, Who's Fucking with me,

Just to offend me my Fucking enemy Disrupted my City

with Tough and Gritty Chatter, Whats his name, does It really matter

does it make me want to snuff him any faster

Fucking Bastard

Cant show stress though

though I hope his family Dies of Cancer, streapt throat

(how long has it been)

Fuck outta here somebody show this nigga some Fuckin morals

Six rules, Do I need to restate 3 though 8 respect C to the H

Well I thought I said I need too, restate

Yep, I did, back to the future nigga is that what your Use to?









Sitting In the living room waiting on the Phone to ring

I ain't Got no Company I'm hanging, and I'm looking for a song to sing

I'm Home alone Hanging on the Doorbell

Hanging on the Doorbell

Home alone waiting on the Doorbell

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong











I reflect on Stress When I'm on the Deck of rap

niggas check all text up on deck next

I cypher with myself, I'm a fire but It helps

Fire from the Lighter

Higher to aspire, Quietly but tight

And modestly, Copied the Prophecy

Not to be a lier,

but to not cop a plea when the Clock is required to stop

like those who Cant tell time but have a watch, cause their tired of Getting Clocked

And we still rock, me and myself

My hands are tied, Still

I being the reason the Trinity Is completed

Tell the Past, Bye

Murder someone for Giving tomorrow a black Eye

Try to Escape but using the Sleeping Route

Why don't I just leave the house

Charles Hamilton.....













Sitting In the living room waiting on the Phone to ring

I ain't Got no Company I'm hanging, and I'm looking for a song to sing

I'm Home alone Hanging on the Doorbell

Hanging on the Doorbell

Home alone waiting on the Doorbell

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong

Ding Dong