Clyde Crooks - House (Showed Up) Lyrics

Tunnel vision, muddy roads
Take a hit
Too much, falling down
Eating shit
Fourteen mutuals was all we needed for the sermon
Minus four, call that a million
Feed them to the vermin

Showing up
Showing up
Sure enough
Showing up
Showing up
Showing up
Showing up
Showing up
Showing up

Busting down the door in his Nike Air Rattles, yeah
What if I exit, yeah, no time for battles, yeah
Finger on the hair and the cranium rattles
Now I jump down the stair
Back in the saddle, yeah
Wicked gonna get too loud

Sure enough
Should've known
Showing up

Make it out the pyre (Make it out, make it out)
Just to walk through fire (Just to walk now)
Face hidden by a shroud (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Make the dead homies proud (Make 'em proud yeah, this is not)
This is not, yeah (Yeah)
This is not the same level (Same level)
God of life and death
Holy shit I'm the devil
Can't make them pall bearers wait and
Cartwheeling 'round my estate and
All the shit that'd been my mistake and, yeah
All the shit that's still up to fate

Showing up
Showing up
Showing up
Showing up
Showing up
Sure enough
Showing up
Showing up
Showing up