Lyrics:
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
Don't care if it's day or night
Don't know if it's dark or bright
So long so long I'm goin' home
Been fooled in so much ways
Been called by so much
I don't know where my time's gone
Sittin' at home with the TV on
I don't know what I should do
Wastin' my time wait'n 'round for you
Been goin
ain't nothin' new, we been goin' through stuff)
I don't want you out here on ya own (sorry)
Tell me when you plan on coming home (this ain't nothin'
back home
Coming back home
I'm finally coming back home, where my soul finds peace
Where the days roll by like Sunday drivers on the streets
Back
a nigga' broke
Is like tryna' squeeze blood out a stone.
But I'm goin' through the drama with DJ Drama (What!?).
I do it for my kids and mama (Who!).
home, I want to go home,
Oh, how I want to go home!
Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
down to my home town
Goin' down to the Greyhound station
Gonna buy me a one way fare
Good lord willin' and the creek don't rise
By tomorrow I'll be
And that L.A. flyway is goin' to be my home, umm, hum
I ran to the terminal building, to fly by my airline
The man said I could ride the wing and I said
And that L.A. flyway is goin' to be my home, umm, huum
I ran to the terminal building, to fly by my airline
The man said I could ride the wing and I said
out, it work
I'm goin' through it by myself
Me and them, it's not alike
Okay, and we live the same
Life is different when you knee deep
Tryna run it
out of my reach
'Fore my brain tells me that it's time to eat
And my mind goes mad like I'm out for heat
I'm goin' crazy! (Outta my mind)
Somebody
life
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged
by
Got me goin' hard just to ease the stress (goin' harder)
Jesus piece, help remind me that I'm blessed
Ayy, I can't deny it, you don't wanna
alone
And I'm right by the telephone
Tell me, when are you comin' home?
Sometimes I get so worried
I think I'm goin' off the edge
The devils in my head
They tell me that love is blind
I really need a girl like an open book
To read between the lines
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
how it is nigga)
Currently Im goin' through it (Goin' through it)
But i aint trippin'. I just put it in the music (In the music)
Put it in the music
Told my mama I'm a bigtamarama shout ta ha
Told my dama I'm a bigtamarama shout ta ha
Told my bruthas I'm a bigtamarama shout ta ya
I ain't goin home
Throwin' em back
I been goin kinda crazy
Raisin some hell
But who could blame me
Never comin home
I'm feelin like Bailey
Nights still young
So let's get it
on the phone, hell yeah
Gettin' calls from home, hell yeah
So I started up a bake sale, yeah
They know I got all the cake, hell yeah
Cookies and OG
Come
there to see my loved ones
Gone on before me one by one
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home
I'll soon be free from earthly trials
see minimal movement
Now I’m in the booth feeling stupid
By booth I mean in the kitchen
Can’t quiet the noise, it slips in
Not talking bout
Help me right my wrongs (My wrongs)
Healing in my bones
Like I’m shaded by the shore (Oh by the shore)
Bottle a whiskey did me right
Get turnt to Henny
Ayy
Yeah the money keep me goin' through the night time
I hear clickin' on my phone
That's a bad sign
If I'm in the wrong place
At the wrong time
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