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letra de house keys - e l u c i d

but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines

they call me ‘tennessee’ around the way
like i’m a tourist in my own city
i’ve been a stranger to home, resident alien
love don’t live here no more, return to sender
by the window
compose flows with the tip to engine, urgent
if i don’t make it through the winter on my block
dope boy serve fiends in flip-flops, coming up short
kick rocks
this b-tch nod like polite guests
slight flex
too hype? yes
sliced mango in between the lines
tangle with the god
who will survive in america?
in america
uh
mice in the wall
frost in the window
another day another swindle
dead eyes on the ave, i’m just gliding where the wind blow
glowing up, you can’t snuff the light
ring twice if you really need me
she came through a kiwi, i brewed some tea leaves, uh
physical graffiti for that ass, believe me
i’m way out in the east, there ain’t no comin’ by freebies
three kings stamped on the bundle
sometimes it’s like ‘f-ck being humble, counterbalance’
i bought a penthouse in grace towers
and a pet mongoose, cobra snakes waiting outside the lobby
but it’s mines
but it’s mines

(quit f-cking with me)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
(can y’all bring that down a block, we got kids out here)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
as for me and my house
(thank y’all)
as for me and my house

spring cleaning
mr. lean flooring
scrub round from the floorboard
polish indoor jams, as the jams kick out
i’m an mc 5 times your greater, get your hate up
born yesterday but he stayed up all night
eyes like red beans and rice, black lit
dead press stashed between the pages
i should save it instead of spendin’ it like a slave
to replace the staircase that groans with age under weight
gimme mines now, i can’t stand to wait
stretching eighths
my incense is freshly dipped
through the corridor, but no war report
i ain’t never called the lord neither
bald locks, high-top fade and dark caesar through the years
crack a window, get some air
setting sun to warm the rooms to the rear
coded turth in the boom for the truly unaware
it’s too easy not to care
if i don’t shake your hands it’s ’cause of these open sores
these open- (doors)
keys open-
(they uprootin’ all of this)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
(we’re just holding on)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
(we’re just holding on)
but it’s mines
but it’s mines (all mine)
(gentrification aka n-gga removal services)
as for me and my house
as for me and my house

- e l u c i d

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