House Of Self-Undoing - Chelsea Wolfe

(Ugh!) Yeah Yeah Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) I am tight (Yeah) Fuckin' right (Uh) Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) I could be the one turned on All you niggas in the back Come and jack me off Yes, so, I could be the one that you want That you want I could be the one that you want So what the fuck, you Get down (Ugh) (Yeah, ooh) I am tight (Yeah) Fuckin' right (Ugh) Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) Now, I could be the one in time I'm the one who isn't really there I am the light Dischord and rhyme I am the one who isn't anywhere I am tight (Yeah) Fuckin' right (Ugh) Tell me what you want me to be What you want me to be What you want me to be (Ooh) I could be the one turned on All you niggas in the back Come and jack me off Yes, so, I could be the one that you want That you want I could be the one that you want So what the fuck, you Get down Get down

Been on another level Since you came, no more pain You look into my eyes You can't recognize my face You're in my world now You can stay, you can stay But you belong to me Ooh, you belong to me If it hurts to breathe, open a window (woo-ooh) Oh, your mind wants to leave (leave), but you can't go This is a happy house (a happy house) We're happy here (we're happy here), in a happy house Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, fun, fun, fun Fun, fun, fun, fun Music got you lost Nights pass so much quicker than the days did Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift This place will burn you up Baby, it's okay, them my niggas next door And they workin' in the trap, so get naughty if you want So don't blame it on me That you didn't call your home So just don't blame it on me, girl 'Cause you wanted to have fun If it hurts to breathe, open a window (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go (ooh) This is a happy house We're happy here, in a happy house Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun, fun (this is fun) Fun, fun, fun, fun (this is fun to me) Fun, fun, fun, fun Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 7 Two puffs for the lady who be down for that Whatever, together Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it Then watch us chase it With a handful of pills, no chasers Jaw clenchin' on some super-sized papers And she bad and her head bad Escapin', her van is a Wonderland And it's half-past six Read skies 'cause time don't exist But when the stars shine back to the crib Superstar lines back at the crib And we can test out the tables We've got some brand new tables All glass and it's four feet wide But it's a must to get us ten feet high She give me sex in a handbag I get her wetter than a wet nap And no closed doors, so I listen to her moans echo "I heard he do drugs now" You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute We just never act a fool, that's just how we fuckin' live it And when we act a fool, it's probably 'cause we mixed it Yeah, I'm always on that okey-dokey Them white boys know the deal, ain't no fuckin' phony Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me Watch me ride this fuckin' beat like he fuckin' told me "Is that your girl, what's her fuckin' story? She kinda bad but she ride it like a fuckin' pony" I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you, man, get to know me Ain't no offense, though, I promise you If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth But I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm so gone, so gone Bring out the glass tables Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out Bring the 707 out

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys And God, I know I'm one

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah