Mansions

[Intro]
(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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
Soul searching, searching, searching, searching, for the truth
And now that we have found it we have to tell you
To tell you

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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