Lyrics:
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Usher Usher
Yeah man, true story
Real G's with me on this one
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wifey home, wedding band I'm a lucky man (man)
You'd think
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
back home
[Chorus: Wyclef]
A grown man ain't supposed to cry
So why does water fill my eyes when I hear your voice
(What about the baby! What about
What's up, dog?
What you need, nigga?
Ah shit, one time
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
(ay, yeah)
No matter how far you've gone, you can always come back home
Back home to Jesus (ooh, yeah)
I live to be loved by You (by You, by You)
baby
The way you bouncin work your hips drives a man crazy
Now you can get real freaky still be a lady
So bring it over here, over here, right here baby
I ain't never coming home
Never coming home again
Never coming home again
I ain't never coming home
Never coming home again
Never coming home again
drink on their way home
By the time he makes it home the food is just about as cold as I am
And his stayin' home woman is gettin' tired of her stayin'
faulty, nah
Hook
Put yo healing hands on the Buffalo man
Yea yea
He don't got no home he's a nomad
You can't love him too long he'll go mad
Put yo
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please (to get by)
Be on another level of planning, of understanding
The bond between man and woman, and child (you're
fight it
We on a grind man you know we gone find it
I been grinding for a long time
Soon as I get the money I'ma take it home
Home home home ayy
I
I just keep up all the pieces that I left you in
Hoping praying when I'm home I see you again
And you understand I'm being the man I need to be
and E
By the time we said F it, lost all beliefs
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
and E
By the time we said F it, lost all beliefs
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
Bring me home, home, home
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
be a Painter Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
man comin', tax man comin')
Money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin'!)
, butcher man, where have you been so long?
I can't catch you at the butcher shop and you're so hard to find at home
I'm going to tell everybody I've got
Take her home, take her home, take her home (ayo)
If you meet a good girl, what you gonna man?
Take her home, take her home, take her home (ayo)
If
I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sitting in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
(Bucktown) home
revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
(Bucktown) home
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