Baby, don't believe it Baby, don't believe it, oh, it's in your eyes I can see the weakness you don't have to hide I can take you under, under my wing
I've past that little black building down on the corner so many times and I often wondered if anyone lived there. it looked like an empty dwelling
We walk upstairs, we walk upstairs Everything is wonderful down in South Africa Lorraine has sinus after all Buried alive Hate Buried alive Hate Stop
(Hook) I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear, weed in my grinder, mine on a million taylor gang on the planes, you know we over
I know she's in the building I can feel it in my guts Somewhere within these four walls is the woman that I love The sweetest wild adventure hangs
Hold hands with the person to your right Hold hands and try to look sincere-o Tell them, though you don't know their name That you still can feel their
I set my shoulder to a brand new groove Building the city of light Something wonderful on the move Building the city of light I'm laying roots, planting
Your pussy's glued to a building on fire I paint my mind just 'cuz I'm alive If you see me roaming the hillside Won't you come along? You paint your
Oh, the builders of this world have no use for me While they were praising men of this world, I've been on my knees But someday, I'll be needed there
Cumque vidisset Deus terram esse corruptam omnis quippe caro corruperat viam suam super terram Fac tibi arcam de lignis levitagis mansiunculas in arca
Jump back poppin that track Gonna wreck it now Watchin yall --to the record now Catchin yall attention So shake it now Oh no find my flow Gonna break
Children be careful when playing with matches Everything's dry and ready to burn Lord Lord The neighbors are cooking out in the backyard Just two doors
In this house, there are many many mansions And a tower in desperate need of a spire And a million little churches for all denominations Better get good
(Lyrics: G.Thorpe, C.Albert // Music: M.McGee, G.Thorpe) Lock the door - throw away the key Shut them out of reality Made the twisted more insane Locked
She looks like an actress who's late for an audition Is she Catholic or Jewish or the Devil? Half-Catholic, half-Jewish or the Devil And I'd like to
Traditional (Chorus) I'm working on a building, I'm working on a building, I'm working on a building for my Lord, for my Lord! It's a Holy Ghost building
He was a husband who drove his wife home Drunk from the parties He was a husband who drove his wife home And in the car he would lean her head gently
I'm here by my window I am waiting for your parade And I will salute you from above the crowd As you make your way You won the battle, baby, you've won