Lyrics:
I wanna go home i wanna go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about those cotton field back home
I
Well, the clouds didn't look like cotton
They didn't even look like clouds
I was underneath the weather
My friends looked a crowd
The swimmin'
big old bed
Thrashing about like a toothless shark in cotton waves
Like a wicked child left to fend in the wilderness
But I was taken in by
the Dude, Kurupt, 2
And James Brown with his fist crossed
I fluctuate the vocals like Prince Rogers
Whoever thought a billionaire come
Out of Compton?
told me she was my eyelashes when we hump I grunt just like a bull mastiff, they call me the best who ever did it, only in the club one minute guess who
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
out in a tent
Shoutout to the ones who stay up all night playing Minecraft
And getting skins by spending every cent
But of course regards to the ones
He was sold to and raised by Net-no-kwa
For thirty more years he hunted the deer
And never thought once of his old bed
For the man who took him, made
show on Netflix ever
Lebron James said he thought it could've ended better (word)
Niggas really out here gettin' knocked out by Jake Paul
Deontay
see it later
'Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier, engineer
I wear cotton and I don't wear sheer
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Who love to drink
We love to drink
Who love to smoke
We love to smoke
Hallucinate
Hallucinate
Who love the coke
We love the coke
We love to drink
Who
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
beret
Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me
what it do
Ion wanna talk about ole girl she ain't know who to choose
Everybody watching you
Girl it ain't no stopping you
I just need a couple minutes
to perfection
Perfect chaos
Hot leather skin
Spreads like butter
Hot leather skin
Tears
I enter in a refrain
In a cotton flare
Red circles around me
I know who
Inside my mind
They say to
"Hold it off until another day."
"Just stay away from sweet demons who come to play."
So cruel, as
I am just to be
lectured by
To have a choice to be who you wants to be
It's left up to me, and my momma and 'em told me (yes she did)
I say to have a choice to be who you wants
the criteria
Why you cut classes cuz you was raised by the masses
You ask forgiveness thinking like God'll get past this
To have an OG isn't that far from
ICE CREAM
When Iʼm sad and lonely all by myself only one treat will make me happy.
No cotton candy no fruit filled pie itʼll dry these tears from my
THIS THAT BLACK MOGUL THEME MUSIC
THAT MARTIN LUTHER KING HAD A DREAM MUSIC
( VERSE 1 )
THEY PREDICTED ME TO FAIL
DEAD BY TWENTY ONE OR THEY BURY
by me like shotgun
She smooth like the cotton
Nigga I will not run
One false move shawty that shit ain’t forgotten
Soweezy
You say I got problems it
realities
Someone wit an Amazonian complex who don’t call for Calvary
Let loose yo love from catapult, I eat you up wit guacamole
I need yo foreign flavors,
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