Lyrics
Livin in the town of the hopeless. Never needed the money until i became homeless. Layerin up my shirts.. cellophane pocket fulla work. Now its wintertime. Im really the coldest dude you never noticed. Rollin up roaches. Sleepin on the buss doin city wide donuts. Rip a dollar and fold it to double up my rollin. Man I hope they understand. I wanted to travel the planet. But i got stuck smokin oxys bein a bandit. I never planned it but this is who i am shit. Wonderin if i hadda nine to five if id manage. Now im livin in a mansion compared to sleepin in a buick offa jadwin. Life happens maan i hope you ready. Cuz plenty of my homies stuck talkin to they celly. No billing just full bars up on the windows like ma i used to wanna be hard. Now im stuck up in a concrete yard. With everybody around me talkin how they found God.

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Remember the Name

First attempt at a beat on Ableton - Tony T Original

Cristal Rock

''Brickhouse'' remixed by Tony T.

Lyrics by Capital

I gotta girl. She know my name.
I gotta girl. She even know my game.
What i say. And what i do.
Is bout to change. Cuz i love you.
So what it do.

Im comin back from a nine to five. 
Look in my eyes and realize that i do you right.
Cuz ive been makin that money.  Food in your tummy.
So sweet you my honey. Girl i want you to love me.
Lookin bummy i aint shaved in a week.
Ive been puttin work just rubbin your feet. 
What you need? 
Got that back massage. 
I got them scratchin claws. 
You gotta itch im your raptor miss.
Tyranosaurus if you need me to trample a bish.
You got issues? I wanna subscription.
Im on a mission to make you mine. 
You so fine.
Youre my lime at corona time. 
Even if i was blind id be rippin this rhyme about you.

So what you doin.

I got my girl. I love her smile.
I got my girl. Weve been down for awhile.
Shes what i need.  What i need. What i need.
So whatever she needs ill get that shh best believe. Cuz shes..

''Baby Bricks'' (Brickhouse Remix)

Instrumental by Quantum Kat

Lyrics by Capital

I knew a girl whose name was Kylene.
When I met her she was clean,
but she turned into a fiend.
What do I mean?
She seemed to be cool for about two minutes. 
But really she isnt. She started talkin bout 
how she was just gonna hit me in my face. 
If I didnt step into my place. 
Assumin I was tryna get up in her space. 
Im like, 
''You needa chill, I aint tryna steal a base.'' 
You aint even my type, I aint lookin for a date. 

So whatever, she was mean. 
But sometimes you gotta front up on the scene.
So I thought maybe she isnt everything that she seems.
Best believe man as time when by.
She kept comin around, gettin drunk every night. 
Then shed start talkin bout how she got high.
An how she got drugs from mexican Mafias. 
Man I .. 
Was like damn, this chicks too loud, this chicks too loud.
That BISH Too loud. 

She kept coming around, for a couple months
and everyone was cool with her. 
But that was back when all of us acted ridiculous. 
And I was really gettin sick of her 
but all of us were gettin drunk. 
So everybody was like ''Tony really I dont give a fu--''


	And so I chilled. Waitin for her to slip. 
I knew she eventually will. I knew the deal,  
 she was buyin heroin by the bills. 
Bangin it in my bathroom chasin after the feel. 


We get so high, We smoke that la.
We drink and drive. It feels so right.
We live this life and dont know why.
We just get by. We just get by..

We get so high, we get so high.
and just get by, We just get by.

Have you ever known a fiend?
Who came up with schemes to cop drugs
whod get it by any means.
Askin just to borrow seventeen bucks, 
sayin that theyd get you back when theyre back up on their luck.
Thats all cool until you never see a dime.
Keepin cash in your pocket cuz if you leave it behind. 
You know that theyll rob you blind. and deaf if you act dumb.
Forgin all your checks cuz they need a lil sumthin. 

Man I knew this one girl,
she used to come over a lot. You know,
Shed come and hang out.. but shed be high and
try to act like she wasnt high. 
Lie to my face about it, and really I didnt have a problem with it.
You know whatever do what you do, but I noticed one day.. that
Shed stole all my spoons. 

When the cow gets as high as the moon, 
The bish runs away with the spoons. 


We Get High

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Uhh,
I used to wanna be hard.
Wake up in the mornin get my weed up out the jar.
Socks out my drawer. 
Bake as I wake up.
Hit the avenue cuz Im tryna get my cake up.
Hustlin in tri cities dusty. 
Got my Windows rolled up cuz the cops tryna bust me.
Trust me, I stay slick in my whip as I break my zips
Down to eighths back to zips.
Get wit it. 
Blow sticky no we dont roll shitty. 
What you know bout this purp from the coast 550. 
That be 20 dollar grams, dammn. 
Dimin out zips till I stack about a grand. 
Re-up, never put my feet up. 
Only blowin weed thats the finest when you see us. 
Light sleeper, red eyes we got a bleeder.
Smoke until the sun rise, then go to school high. 
Buddha my only teacher. 
Meditatin in smoke clouds that surround me. 
Blow more green than the ocean blooms algae.
Levitatin cloud 9 lookin around,
then I come down. Im on a couch sniffin a pound.
More snappers,
Torch glass to burn my bowl.
I said torch glass to burn my bowl
Now Im rappin.
to a beat off the chronic 92 pressed vinyl.
Feel it in your spinal.
Yeah I spit that shit.
I stay west like Fieval.
with a laaaaazy eye.
Asian when I blaze it riiiight. 
No rival tryna test me,
I got that kill hit you harder 
than a pill in the chest see. 
Bless he who comes my way.
So never stray. 
Get you laid up with the best weed. 
Rest in peace. Kickin it stress free.
In the back seat. of my grand marquis.
Hit the grocery store and lift a couple
packs of that pabst blue ribbon. 
Double back get more guiness.
Peel off stash at a pad then it back to business. 
What is this? Thats Life one to midnight.
Kick it with my homies always skate till we feel hyped.
Ridin, west sidin. In the 509 we stay live till the rise 
of the golden sun. 
The chosen ones summoned from the grave of the liZards
comin from the soul of the desert. 
Leave your sweatshirts at home we got a scorcher.
Drop tracks for that asthmatic torture. 
Comin from the land of the orchards. 
Where the fiends get twacked on their mobile home porches. 
Tatted from their asscrack up their back, its like that. 
Aint no clubs payin for rap its dubstep and country. 
Leave a young rapper hungry, straight munchies. 
Come see me, and that PV. Proletarii,Visionary. Crew 
Spittin flu. Rock a show so hard you might even find my tooth on the floor.
Stay raw from the jaw what you know about it huh???

And that goes out.. to all my people in the 509. 
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Proletarii Visionaires, young revolutionaries. 
To all my.. broke dreamers. stay schemin.
To all my.. future fiends, stop sippin lean.
You might as well just bang a fatty gram of heroin. 
Whatever, you dont hear me though..

tonytrichome

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