Lyrics:
at home
'Cause baby, I'ma dog and I'm just tryna bone
Say you got man shawty, leave him at home
'Cause baby, I'ma dog and I'm just tryna bone
Say you got
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Verse 3:
No man on earth is an island,
You have to start somewhere to reach somewhere.
If you didn't have ah home
Then you wouldn't have ah future,
No one
flashin' by.
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Home, that's where my heart is.
Home
'Cause I'm a white light electric eye,
ain't my niggas
Man them niggas ain't my dawgs
That's why I roll up all by myself
I don't be rollin with yal
I be always smoking green
I be always
I don’t wanna go to church man i’ll just rather stay at home I don’t wanna go to church man i’ll just rather stay at home uh how many other people
they’re loco,
We local roam the streets at night all by myself like solo,
Solo man I’m so low when the chips are down I’m solo,
Solo mama go home you can’t
roam
Embrace the wraith, outdone by a man grown
Pretend to mend, fighting a heart of stone
Finding two imbued, have to face the fear... of finding a new
fine with the sunglasses
(By sunrise) Aye I tell her—I tell her I'm tryna be around her everyday, every minute man
(By sunset) It's crazy
Let's go back
resourceful, Man is intelligent, Man is logical
The advancements made by man far surpassed any other living being
Man created us, Man shaped us, Man used us
Khalifa going hard
Till the I'm last man standing
Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard
Go hard or I'ma go home
I haven't been there you know in so long
So
by,
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you don't know 'bout
Every time you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even
written
By the greatest living author
Yeah, for my brother
Yeah I love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me fly
Let a young man fly
Let a young
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
and thin air
Losin' money by the mile
I'll get there a poor man
She'll make it worth my while
I was a white line casanova
A love bandit of the road
I
for so long and kept it at home
Dig in to know
Go out find it
Everyone is digging their holes to hide in
You feel like a man on the moon
Feel like
The young man in his moment
Of wandering thought became
Solitary in his claim to sure footing
As all fell beneath this strange power
The young man excluded by
screaming
As I scrambled onto the truck
When we got home, the Old Man said,
"Goat, you broke the sacred law
No! Please! Sorry! Shit!
I'll let it go
care about is my bank hoe (x3)
ya digg? now, what you drank?
I tell her bartender just straight patron
man I'm takin one of these girls home
and we can
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
It's ten O' clock and I'm still alone
Waitin' by the phone
It makes me think you won't be back again
And I'm feeling so intense, oh baby
I can't
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
Sending souls on vacation by the hundred
Lord knows
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
A Black man's Heaven is a White man's
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