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And we'll move back
To our hometowns
And we'll settle for the girls
That we used to avoid
And raise a nice little home by your mothers
Oh, boy…
I think that

home before dark
Just keep moving forward. (Keep it moving forward)

I keep running around (I keep running around)
I keep it moving forward (I keep it

Childhood Years

Mia X

Ghetto Organized

1998

from his childhood years. 
Heavenly father. Could you please wipe away my tears. 

Verse 4: Reginelli 
I could remember way back, when a! nigga was

been
I say ca va bien
Your chick really playful she sliding my DM today
she go first coup on my PM when she comes by 10pm
For breath taking fast taken

You know the pack strong
Im gone probably want some head if the trip long
Baby stuff this in yo till we get home
Aye imma plug if u meet me Issa

Smoke a blunt four or five, just to get your morning right
Gets you up so you're sort of fine
More pills, walk over to the store to steal
Fascinated by

fuck that nigga
Oh my days, what am I feeding my pockets huh? They getting bigger
Be back home by 2AM I'm still outside and sippin' on liquor
Shawty said

he's weird and probably can't pay his bills
He's still in love with his ex boy's fallen head over heels
The same drugs and music that he's abusing
Don't

Do we catch her by the check Why you goin' up, Rihanna
I know you don't plan on lovin' me But your FaceTime call's enough for me
Firm news and court

40 O' roll down to the store now I feel at home
Sipping colt right there on the porch
Put me in my zone
Money blown I mean I'm broke
But I can't ever

by the rules that you work hard and play hard
That's why after I spend all day at my motherfucking day job
I go home take a shower and go down to my

but I wonder who, oh
But I wonder who, oh
But I wonder who, oh

I can't pay my bills
I don't have a fucking home
I'm just gonna take my pills

of smoke whipping like James a coke
So it's to the point dope hammer broke
Pictures be a thousand word videos like caramel spoke
Home of the D's, we

a sickle
I spit cold fronts nigga
You're a derriere
Roll the wood baby
Ride to the rhythm
Journey to the moon
Get carried there by
Barbies and bad dreams

zones, I'm telling you homes, have been invaded by tv's watching you, while
It programs your channels, or is that your children's brains, cause them tell

Paradise is nice
Till reality started yearning
Grab me by the neck
Something i ain't expect
Losing all my niggas
Like bills be eating a check
Casually be

pack
Caught a freshie lacking Mr. you can't get your stizzy back
You the type of cornball to be like where the biddies at
I'm the type of guy who waking

Careless and young 
I've paid my bills
Now, take this light upon this track.

Made my mistakes 
And I'll make them still
Feel this sun upon my back

the park
I miss you partly
God her eyes would sparkle in dark
And I'm so heartless and mark this
I wanted to marry her
Stand by her patiently
Till they would

VERSE 1
In my head's a baggage claim
It goes around and around and around again
I tried to leave it on the plane
Come home and it's sittin' by my

out on your own,
And a tear falls as your car rolls outside
We wonder if you'll be gone long,
We wonder if you'll come back home,
We pray to God,

racing 
But the lean got me moving slow 
Juice and major yeah we on the track
We took the game by storm
Nah we not gon give it back 
Coming for that money

Just get bread
How the fuck that nigga villain
That bitch scared
Rushing to stack a million
Punt to seal it
Ain't no playing on this field
It's home

strings like a puppet
Eat it from the back tho
When she got on that sundress
Drive by on a hater yeah
That’s how I’m passing judgement
I could tell they