Hands Off Houston (feat. My Children)
Do we have a problem Houston
Please don't be stupid
Clueless to the fact that what you're about to do
Will cause you and others a nuisance
That is simply my two cents
Look at the line of events
South is how they've always went
Do not run this play again
If you're intending to contend
It's a fight for your life and you will lose it in the end
Am I wrong? Am I right?
More than likely it's a blend of the two
I'll better my view
I get it now
The reason behind why I'm trying to sit it out
It's been awhile I am watching clocks as they're ticking time
Sitting in silence I'm mimicking your timid style
Reminiscing
Celebrating the fact I exist
Well shit I've got to do something
Fuck assumptions
I'm dressing up for this function
No more running bitch
I'm not letting you rush me
Though this current stage
Through this current frame
Currently I stay
All we do is complain
We never harvest our grain
That's some foolishness
Investing our money in chains
I walked in the garden with god
My shit never sounding the same
Now stick to your unpaved lane
Throw money to pay for your fame
Still these currents
These troubling water
Not dad in the picture
But I longed to be fathered
To father these kids is of the highest honor
I want to be where they are
I want to be where you are
Please don't be stupid
Clueless to the fact that what you're about to do
Will cause you and others a nuisance
That is simply my two cents
Look at the line of events
South is how they've always went
Do not run this play again
If you're intending to contend
It's a fight for your life and you will lose it in the end
Am I wrong? Am I right?
More than likely it's a blend of the two
I'll better my view
I get it now
The reason behind why I'm trying to sit it out
It's been awhile I am watching clocks as they're ticking time
Sitting in silence I'm mimicking your timid style
Reminiscing
Celebrating the fact I exist
Well shit I've got to do something
Fuck assumptions
I'm dressing up for this function
No more running bitch
I'm not letting you rush me
Though this current stage
Through this current frame
Currently I stay
All we do is complain
We never harvest our grain
That's some foolishness
Investing our money in chains
I walked in the garden with god
My shit never sounding the same
Now stick to your unpaved lane
Throw money to pay for your fame
Still these currents
These troubling water
Not dad in the picture
But I longed to be fathered
To father these kids is of the highest honor
I want to be where they are
I want to be where you are
Credits
Writer(s): Maxarmando Rivera
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