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street called love yeah)
Lead me to that road (i'm trying to get home)
Trying to get home (come on and take me to love street)

Sunday morning (yeah)
time
I want to be with you in the night time

I come home from work now I'm tired and I'm beat
Trying to make some supper but I can't have any heat
I
you in the night time
I come home from work you know I'm tired and I'm beat
I run in the kitchen get me something to eat
I jump in the shower wash
finna take you home, just sip a little patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine

And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
finna take you home, just sip a little patron
Now we zonin', baby you so fine

And can I hit it in the morning
And can I hit it in the morning
trying to make some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
on a blunt
Beat hittin like brrrump bump bump
Crack I crease sound like a big bitch
In the back trying get up out a little nigga trunk
Turn heads for I
I close my eyes and it all returns like the spinning of a potter's wheel
Trying to stay ahead a morning as time came running with us
And she beat
trying to make some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother
trying to make some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother
a beat, bobbing free-wheeling guy,
But this lean Adam Green found this motel is how I get by,

I got a hole in my berol Cheryl,
She let me out in
trying to make some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby mother
rewindin', trying to make some hot shit
Oh, what a job this is

Another all-nighter, tryin' to get it done
Barely make it home with the morning sun
Baby
earthquake
Still surrounded by the fire and the water
Still trying to honor this empire's daughter
Still answering questions you're afraid to ask
Still
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
the place
Settled by the judge many years ago
Three billion strong and here we go

Good morning Vietnam!
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)
on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time
All we want is the money

I keep em' bro.  
Wake up one morning, and, with some money
To spend, they go crazy.

I'm going to tell you a story
of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
To where they
me with E's
He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week
This is the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run
This is the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can
A song called Highway Star, this one. 
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car

It's gonna break