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House Of Fools I Heard A Rumor

I can hear them now They're dancing in my head I'd be better off not knowing what's to be said I'll be better off I'll be better off Yeah, yeah

I'll be better off Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll be better off I'll be better off I'll be better off, better off, better off I can hear them now They're

's turnin' to a jungle Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show No, no, don't spend a lot contend with a men Lookin' at my watch like a meal

you like I don't even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people You're a slut but I'm equal I'm a mutt we're both people In our ways but

-five motherfuckin days a year I have your fool staggerin just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin from the cops, well I ain't runnin no mo' I flip

we say "goddamn fucker" I think I shaked her and I thing I drug her Hubba, Hubba, Hubba Hubba, Hubba, Hubba I think I slammed her on the damn rugga I think I

quick cause I swear I heard talking and my camera drops and the house it goes black all of a sudden I feel a hand on my back lights come on I'm freaking

I'm inhaling? Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard? Why am I walking, where am I running? What am I saying, what am I knowing? On this guitar

They told my momma I was bipolar had A.D.D. I told em, w-what I wanna do, I wanna be a baller The dream spoilers'll fool ya Hatin on you to they mans