Three Bedrooms in a Good Neighborhood

Death Grips - Electronic, Rap
Three Bedrooms in a Good Neighborhood
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Duration: 3:03
Lyrics
[Refrain] (No, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know (No, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O now you know, for anyone that wants to know Nylons on Side bitches don't Your table's through my My body's through your [Bridge] Three bedrooms in a good neighborhood On fire like a margarita made out of wood She got solar panels for thirty cents a watt In the future, there's a party from the past, she's a cop [Verse 1] I'll jail break ADX with a blank tarot card Same card pull your hoe card like Zoltar Two crystal balls dangle from my boneyard I'm Niagara falls flowing crowbars La la la la, I got folsom bars Your flows urinal take a dive bars La la la la Go down in the fifth you service town car Swiftly service me, bitch, it's called outlaw [Refrain] Nylons on veal Side bitches don't heal Your table's through my head My body's through your bed [Chorus] I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know (no, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know (no, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know (no, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know, for anyone that wants to know [Bridge] Three bedrooms in a good neighborhood On fire like a margarita made out of wood She got solar panels for thirty cents a watt In the future, there's a party from the past, she's a cop [Verse 2] This private ocean I carve I'll carve this bitch into high art No say, bitch, made state of mind art My murder spree murk out this conk Albert Fish gaunt sunk out this conk Strictly ugly fuck for your cunt Cunts over easy and more blunts Thermal strong arm gravity sink bong Head games with an only child I foghorn devils, devils jelly Felt me, unbelt me, bombard your belly Force feed me through your telly Cyborg swelling pregnant, can't abort [Refrain] Nylons on Side bitches don't Your table's through my My body's through your Nylons on veal Side bitches don't heal Your table's through my head My body's through your [Chorus] I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know (no, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know (no, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know (no, no, no, no) I'm all up in my glory hole S-O, now you know, for anyone that wants to know [Refrain] Nylons on Side bitches don't Your table's through my My body's through your Nylons on veal Side bitches don't heal Your table's through my head My body's through your
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Credits
- Writers
- Zach Hill
- MC Ride