Tall Home

Momma

Compositor: Etta Friedman / Allegra Shay Weingarten / Zachary Capittifenton / Aron Kiyoshi Kobayashi Ritch

No
Never trust him with the load
I'll bury him alone
Deep inside my home

Hide
Recluse mastermind
I stiffened up my pride
To me, he will abide

What's up with your head?
Thought we talked like friends
Never disrespect me
I'm the fucker down the street
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I could be your everything

I'm slipping on my patience
Inside my tall home
Resist temptation
Inside my tall home

Snide
All those piggies from outside
The townie gossip died
When he's two weeks inside

What's up with your head?
Thought we talked like friends
Never disrespect me
I'm the fucker down the street
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I could be your everything

I'm slipping on my patience
Inside my tall home
Resist temptation
Inside my tall home

What's up with your head?
Thought we talked like friends
Never disrespect me
I'm the fucker down the street
I could be your everything
I could be your everything
I could be your everything

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