feat. Hodgy Beats] [Verse 1:] My window is a book and I'm a fuckin' crook Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook And if my mother
ve given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality where being wanted became a thrill I never knew The sweet piano
out of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words
play piano cause I'm so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so posessed This meetin' just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son [Verse 2] My mother
bitchin' motha fucka, so dont even ask, forget about the past, you betta do the math, freaks tryin' to put their dirty hands on the cash, more keys than a piano
me in?) yo, let that piano solo in (let me in!) (let me in!) goddamn! yeah, yeah, yeah yeah! yeah, ah I been around your mother I've seen things
've given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality where being wanted became a thrill I never knew The sweet piano
head show me whats up thats what i said Hot curds front light in the streets wodie wanted every small car 5 10 east [Chorus 2x] [Mystikal] Tellin a motha
to pian, are you able to maintain, where the sun don't shine On a daily basis I hear shots but H.P.D. don't mind Cause they figure we'll kill eachother by 2000 and 2