CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Chimney
What, what?
Yo, so many stories told by men who's hearts ran cold
He was sold the myth, said he ain't had no home
He came outta dirt, fell a thousand stories
Yeah, he fell from Earth
On the back, upside down, fell right in a curse
In an embrace with death, he fell in a hearse
You can't make this up, well I guess you can
Arms expand, the real imagined by the 'maginary man
They said let him go, so I let him float
Might catch you where the river bend though
You nevеr know (You never know)
You nevеr know (You never know)
You never know, human skin lined the coat (You never know)
Half penny to ride the boat
An honest days wages, but here you are
Old and broke, tippy toe (Tippy toes)
But you the one what strung the rope
We sacked Rome in ski-masks, stripped the pope
Give it up fast old man, muzzle flash, he gave up the ghost
Nowadays he never miss salat, he be doin' the most
He be doin' the most
Chimney full of sinners, soot and cinders
Gold teeth in the black dust, the chimney cook all winter
Chimney full of sinners, soot and cinders
Gold teeth in the black dust, the chimney cook all winter
Chimney full of sinners, soot and cinders
Wedding rings in the black dust, the chimney cook all winter
Souls to get, more flows to flip
I suggest you all roll with the kid (hah, who you with?)
I got a nose for sh*t, like hoes with jits
More pose than you know exists, biatch
Flip you like a $50,000 investment into no less than five mil
I blew the check, went right through
I [hydroxy?] all the hustlers (did he call?)
This the [?] spirit and spook
My body older, blessings (spooky)
Precious, my mind, body, soul is together
I testify for those in the margin
Mach-Hommy on the mainline but no talkin
RBI the whole squad in
Chihuly glass ceiling, bathrobe common
Don't get your booby trap ceiling crack smoke foggin
No jargon, actual name
Dump a [?] English Channel crashing your plane
Keep it tilted, act high to [?] clear the gang
Ease the feeling
No feeling
Smoke with me, or not
Smoke with me the whole fifty-piece, flow so sticky it look easy
Ken Griffey swing so pretty it's like a n***a cheatin'
The form is mid-season (Always brother, always)
Faded Sports Illustrated
You used to tear the page careful and tape it to the wall
This before you fell off
Before n***as put you on
This before you started smokin' cigarettes and sellin' raw
Bo don't know nothin' about a eight ball
This before, Topps rookie laminated in the top drawer
This when you thought a n***a really could win it all
Tear the page careful and tape it to the wall
Yo, so many stories told by men who's hearts ran cold
He was sold the myth, said he ain't had no home
He came outta dirt, fell a thousand stories
Yeah, he fell from Earth
On the back, upside down, fell right in a curse
In an embrace with death, he fell in a hearse
You can't make this up, well I guess you can
Arms expand, the real imagined by the 'maginary man
They said let him go, so I let him float
Might catch you where the river bend though
You nevеr know (You never know)
You nevеr know (You never know)
You never know, human skin lined the coat (You never know)
Half penny to ride the boat
An honest days wages, but here you are
Old and broke, tippy toe (Tippy toes)
But you the one what strung the rope
We sacked Rome in ski-masks, stripped the pope
Give it up fast old man, muzzle flash, he gave up the ghost
Nowadays he never miss salat, he be doin' the most
He be doin' the most
Chimney full of sinners, soot and cinders
Gold teeth in the black dust, the chimney cook all winter
Chimney full of sinners, soot and cinders
Gold teeth in the black dust, the chimney cook all winter
Chimney full of sinners, soot and cinders
Wedding rings in the black dust, the chimney cook all winter
Souls to get, more flows to flip
I suggest you all roll with the kid (hah, who you with?)
I got a nose for sh*t, like hoes with jits
More pose than you know exists, biatch
Flip you like a $50,000 investment into no less than five mil
I blew the check, went right through
I [hydroxy?] all the hustlers (did he call?)
This the [?] spirit and spook
My body older, blessings (spooky)
Precious, my mind, body, soul is together
I testify for those in the margin
Mach-Hommy on the mainline but no talkin
RBI the whole squad in
Chihuly glass ceiling, bathrobe common
Don't get your booby trap ceiling crack smoke foggin
No jargon, actual name
Dump a [?] English Channel crashing your plane
Keep it tilted, act high to [?] clear the gang
Ease the feeling
No feeling
Smoke with me, or not
Smoke with me the whole fifty-piece, flow so sticky it look easy
Ken Griffey swing so pretty it's like a n***a cheatin'
The form is mid-season (Always brother, always)
Faded Sports Illustrated
You used to tear the page careful and tape it to the wall
This before you fell off
Before n***as put you on
This before you started smokin' cigarettes and sellin' raw
Bo don't know nothin' about a eight ball
This before, Topps rookie laminated in the top drawer
This when you thought a n***a really could win it all
Tear the page careful and tape it to the wall
