Lyrics:
how I feel
I used to smuggle phones young El Capone
Papa never came back home with my mama lone
Watching one channel that shit was a monotone
Before
John Connor?
You know that I could use John Connor
I look for you in Sherman Oaks the gallery-a
Look you up in the phone book
To find your street
You
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home
I should've
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress, cried the whole way home
I should've
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit
Images like CNN but worse shit
I would down the whole Pinot Gris
But I'd see the group home
down a manny manny road
(galang gal) one man inna yuh zone
All when him go roam like phone (galang gal)
Him must come back home
You no tek man one by
there's more back home anyhow
John asked, "Where you from my friend?"
He said "The greatest place on earth."
And then he started showing photographs
Going ham and getting queso
Had to fix my drive, on the phone I’m calling Maaco
Starting working for the pesos
Yo soy el Mejor y Ella ya lo sabe
Shooters
One day I sat by the phone
Nobody's talking, nobody's home
Just then I saw a sightful sea
Unfolding out in front of me
In front of me
In front of me
The soundtrack to my life is like CNN first shit
Images like CNN but worse shit
I would down the whole Pinot Gris
But I'd see the group home
the last time I did this?) Hmm, not since our wedding shower
I got home and I was greeted by the fact we'd been deleted
I was someone that my wife
come back and win by three
Alright!
I love it!
Fuck you guys!
Sorry, buddy...
Who's the new guy?
Oh, that's my friend John.
Hey John... sweet hat!
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
(Yeah) There's no place like home (no place like home)
Growing up had a lotta neighborhood to roam (neighborhood to roam)
All my homies pouring up
fight, swear I'm turning into John Wick (Turning into John Wick)
I'ma start it off like this
Saw a Nigga go inside my pockets, had to cut that nigga quick
sound right, yeah?"
If you keep saying it, I think it'll sound right, yeah?
So I pulled out my phone and checked my voicemail
There's a message from her
on the phone
Saying baby come home
Where ya been and whatcha been doing
Well I've been sittin' here
Waiting on a deer
Drinkin' beer and wastin' bullets
home
Talk to God pick up the phone
It's Automatic
It's so fantastic
Move me like elastic
The change was so dramatic
Jahova jirah that's his name
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
(I do)
Only way I'm back is going back home (Home)
I don't drink tap water, but got tap phones (Brr)
Dior on my suit, I'm a troop
Money come
feet when I wake, is it clear?
I check my phone, 1 missed call
They say old habits, well, you know the line
But on the other one, a friend waits,
of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home
To have one in if I did have one on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM, tired
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
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