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the forest fire smoking
Living water won't you rain I
Need your hydrant flowing
Gates to my empire open
Won't you come and take your throne
This your home

They love me, they murder for me
Bitches get naked for me
Niggas caught bids they be home in nev-uary
Prized possession, can't take me when
You dead

Ah, yeah
Showin' love to Ash, she stood by me on my worst days
Wavy the only one that got me somethin' every birthday
People I called friends,

lasts
And you don't wanna see me by Limehouse
Because I'll bang bang and turn
Your yard into the lighthouse
Yeah, you ain't fly because
You're smoking

apart

Come on home to where you're from
Make your peace with everyone
A life you can't outrun

Swing back from your shooting star
Making your orbit

Yo! what you crucifying me for
I never meant to come across as a know-it-all
I'm just a simple artist trying to do my job
And I'd be eternally

In this land of double standards and back-handers
Conspiracies that come in threes and end in treason
No one's home, no lights are on, they're fully

so we can smooch

Truck with the lift kit neons under it
Turbo diesel it should be illegal
30 Pack of bud light
Cooler in the back
Ice cold let's roll

To make my way home
Ship come in for a short time
Seeing my lady, Mary May
Picking flowers to surprise her
From the roadside, along the way
What do I spy in

place ya bets on me
Take a little ribbon home
See my cheeks in these jeans
Tips start to foam

And I'll take two-hundred and two-hundred-and-fifty dicks

that I'm armed
Gotta stay woke no alarm
Got weed by the farm
We ball like some yarn
I put a X' on my kicks , huh
Off-White just like a brick, huh
I

Pent up hours all alone with nothing left to do
Push back everything but
You never wanted me
And I never could see
Past covered windows
But you'll

Back to the old WISE 
Not liking the new me
My eyes have been opened up by the people who screwed me 
My cries fallen silent upon the ears that

doing a keg stand
This place is so lame all these girls look the same
All these guys have no game I wish I would have stayed
In my bed back at home

a couple exes that'll prolly let me fuck again
But I can never go cause All I'm worried bout is dividends
I been losing people looking back man that shit

I live at home still, not paying phone bills
Hydro, or rent, and my mom makes most meals
So it's so ill, I don't need no scrill
Only cash for gas

when we won't come back home again
'Cause I'm shameless
And also a bit reckless
I just want to feel good
My mood is to feel good
I'm shameless
And also

a lock on some chains
And then toss the key
Beat a nigga senseless
'Til y'all let me leave

Now a nigga home free
While y'all wanting for beef
Cause I

and she told me im wrong
I told her maybe you could show me
If we go back home
And last night i thought about a litle bit of love
She comin over in

to hit his home
But fa now just play it smart
Sit on his shit like willy jones

Won't catch me justifying work
They gone free me by the morning
Why

go
said she's scared of what's to come for us
girl I hope you don't let go
she wanna know
what I'm up to every night
I'm still at home

I'm slow with

you how long I hope that she stays
Sandy babe a tiny wave
And later by the fireplace

And on the wall with her bare feet and all
This place will never

because I got stood up
But still got some box the big screen when she looked up
Went back home to write raps off boone farms and that damn Paul Masson

Drip too much get a squeegee boutta take a trip to Fiji
Seeing me good like hd I got the bread like pastry
Born with spice got maced g
Driving back home