Lyrics:
zip code number off by heart
Watched our civil war from the roof of The Empire State Building
Got home in time to catch the Late Late Show
Or else, I
peaceful but it's lonesome
And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
dreamin' bout the bros
That situation hindered me cause bro ain't makin' home
Forever G-B, Grammy boys
Gotta do this shit for Lou
Told the guys we gotta
hand musty dead skins
The rent money
I stole from mom’s purse hanging from a naked lonesome dead-blue vein tree in the distance
Upon a desolate ancient
a shot
But even those times were fleeting soon to be overgrown
By my lonesome old blues that seem written in stone
Wish I could be a preacher wish I could
Okay)
Gimme the 2 by 4
Switching to Chuckie since you niggas all of a sudden like good guy roles
Well they took the shackles up off me now the good guys
eight
I chose this place to meet my date
Been texting her thirty-six hours straight
We only just matched yesterday
And this guy's like buddy you look
Too many vibes
We can't even count the niggaz we lost
Its too many lives
They know not to spin wen we the block
Its too many guys
I gave him
blue
We still at it, after our tactics
In the home of box knives and wack-matics
Long meets, sticky beans, and loud laughter
I slip too, how I give you
If you keep on with the Sweet Home on the speakers.
Keep on with the homegrown blue jeaners
Cut off too short like it's hot on the porch
If
with time
Looked up to them, knew all the rhymes
But at that time they enforced a bias
You know like some cops stop and frisk a guy
‘Cause he's brown, so
acting funny, I'ma slide, Always on the road
Chilling shit with my guys, On the move
Got my groove from the older guys, Blue got the beats colder than
the cows come home
But the world’s just passing us by
Doin’ our scarecrow dance
Beneath the great unknown
All I’m asking is why?
As we travel together down
whatcha want to see?
Buddy plays tonight at 12 South Tap and Grill
Let's go dancin' and drinkin' and see how we feel
You can walk the world to find a home
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
all wrong
No lonesome stuff for mine
I won't sit home, all alone
She'll soon find that I'm
Runnin' wild, lost control
Runnin' wild, mighty bold
some drugs with us
These guys were only in the second grade
Wanted to beat us up finally
Loads of our buddies came in time
We got them of our ass
So we
dollar homes, that increase as I get older
Do you like what it's like to go to school in a Rover?
And sure, daddy was much colder, but look at my new fancy
to the rolling hills
In search of a bigger sky
Out to the blue ridge mountains
Where falcons are soaring high
Fly away to a brand new day
Brave the storm and gotta
says it's a guy thing
A guy thing tidies up his mess
hopefully, he'll be back home
At the end of the day we're
only lonely people
Can't believe you
chose
don't even grime
Sittin' at home watching porn on your telephone
Don't charge me, I'm a different kind
Got your chick saying, "Who's that guy
Got an alright house and a pretty nice yard
A screen door dog that stays on guard
Got a buddy up the road that's got my back
'Round here it ain't
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