Lyrics:
the beats, cause I bring the heat to the streets
About to act bad, and I ain't been home for a week
I want to see ends, I also want to see ends meet
The last
mum said, "Stay at home"
Spinnin' the block, don't bring my phone
Rimowa, of course, we came with the chrome
Ain't gotta phone no one, like, "Can I
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"
That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
thinking cross the bridge and don't turn back.
The only warmth is a warmth alone.
He packed up, took 75 northbound to a brand new life and
Waved goodbye
daily little babies are born
a young reporter trying to get the story
for the news back home
captured pictures of
a shot down son
in the crying arms
go get me a nigga quick
Duck tape him and bring his ass straight to the bricks
Tell his folks that I want about a half fam
If they don't come with it
After weeks of waiting the dwarf finally returned and with him were the
guardians of Kail and
the sorcerers of light. He had successfully
way too long
Beggin God please, bring me home
I stopped before, three or four days
Always end up back in the same place
People call me a junkie,
of accusation, pure speculation
The bad man Zulu send flowers to you momma and check make sure
Seh you wifey back home well secure
Believe me if I tell you this
been livin life like this way too long
Beggin God please, bring me home
I stopped before, three or four days
Always end up back in the same place
People
yourself listen to Coldplay
See him better hold me better hold me back
Motherfucker tell me that I'm nothing
Open up your fucking eyes
You're turning
I'll never say I've had it the worse
But I can talk from the back seat
Dad in the front
Addicts pulling up like taxis
Hand picking their blunts
Man
to the chest got me coughing while itu0027s burning
Rip out my lungs and youu0027ll see that the resin got him dirty
Thatu0027s from puffing up the weed heavy
me
I'm friendship is getting bigger
But my enimes are getting more powerful
All in my home trying to burn it down
No team by my side just me myself
chatter, lynchers jabbed him for jabber
Slaves were whipped like batter by self-proclaimed masters
Bad days for us got badder, stay woke, Black Lives Matter
awesome
Lekke
En dis hoe ons rol in Afrika where I'm from
I wanna come visit you there
Bring a gun
Ek wil kom en poes fokken lek met my tong
Where'd you
can't lead him back
Buckled on the floor when night comes along
Daddy's left and mama won't come home
You poor thing
Sweet, mourning lamb
There's
Taking out the target, ain't no collateral damages
I think by now if you don't like me then you never will
Sleeping through this fire like it's Benadryl
coughing while it's burning
Rip out my lungs and you'll see that the resin got him dirty
That's from puffing up the weed heavy breathing like I'm Kirby
By
the collar and I'll holler "Alabam'! Alabam'!"
That's where you stop your train, that brings me back again
Down home where I'll remain, where my honey
and then I forget that I belong to Him
And I strike out on my own
Faithful is the one who called me by my name
And gently leads me back home
So I sing,
from the home of the Georgia peach
We had to call Meech if you wanted to order keys
Our blow was from Miami, enjoy the Florida breeze
Got a Zo' pound
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