Mansions - LLgL TNDR, Josh One

(Soul searching, searching, searching, searching, for the truth

And now that we have found it we have to tell you)

Yeah it’s a little knock, a knock-knock

Knock, knock

Knock, knock

Yeah

It’s open sesame

Their perception gets triggered

Down a dark hallway through a hall full of mirrors

Bless the sprits then wait for the eclipse

Split black lips peep the power and the myth

Yes my law call of all the dogs

And the legislate the law

Every third floor gotta weigh the fall

The control your bars

But it’s more than ten stories high

It’s verses, chapters, preachers, pastors

Teachers, actors,

Bounce my balls of the mattress alternative

Got the keys to unlock the scripts

And in the kitchen she cooking jerkin' up a fish

Got a wishbone make another wish

Spit the pit out your mouth

Sip on a stout like

Soul searching, searching, searching, searching, for the truth

And now that we have found it we have to tell you

To tell you

Now I can start with a bust

Gotta get off or it’s no bark all bite, dark and rough

Unless four enough

I’m left at a lust for us

Yeah dress that duds

And don’t turn rough

Turn tough with slugs

When love live less go up the buzz

And back down pussy, you’ll come the judge

But pussy go along way though

So going to judge is kinda strong J

Gotta know when to budge

And grudge is the wrong way

Right at the corner

Bright as a foreigners fright

Delight working through your life like a coroner

It’s more important I sell it, Abra Kadabra

Nigga’s mad but I can show you better than tell it

Godly when it’s Ferrari, Tom Selleck

The arm leg leg arm headed

Soul searching, searching, searching, searching, for the truth

And now that we have found it we have to tell you

To tell you

To tell you

You, you, you

To tell you

To tell you

Yo the elegant that cause the flush in silent spaces

Paint a picture on the wall worth a thousand pages

in my master basement

Architect archetypes mason

Crack the bottle open, run the water hot

Got the glasses toastin' make the bubble pop

But shorty’s on the towel, just stick one toe in

Roll the jelly down the spoon, crack her blinders open

Soul searching, searching, searching, searching, for the truth

And now that we have found it we have to tell you

To tell you

To tell you

You, you, you

To tell you

To tell you