Lyrics:
as someone you knew
And drug habits
Aren’t curved by a little more drug use
And if I came home smellin like her perfume
(And if I came home)
Would somebody
How lucky was I to be raised by the ocean
The waves rocking me to sleep in slow motion
Some people live entire lives without knowing the feel of salt
to rid himself of the one
Ring by hurling it inside the volcano
But on the way, a thought had struck his mind
The Egyptians had invented the ring
So he
claim to be pro-life
So how you gonna tell me how to live
Alright
How can we be alright?
Life will never be safe as we're governed by the alt right
Just stopped by to say hello
I didn't know where it would go
Seeing old faces takes me back to all those places
We never got to know
Chillin with
the one to really hold
Without you I don't feel at home
Without you life feels so slow
Without you I'm at my low
You're my ride or die
I'm always by your
dead
I ain't running with no motherfuckin' click but I'm
Gunnin out the whole clip till I'm
Pulling up in my parking spot
No more drive-bys at home when
dead
I ain't running with no motherfuckin' click but I'm
Gunnin' out the whole clip till I'm
Pulling up in my parking spot
No more drive-bys at home
Hello hello goodbye
You must have called my name a thousand times by now
You try you try you try and even though your heart pretends it's over
I know
I am the ghost of the late John Malone
I was taken down by those in power who tried to steal my home
They had no business being there, they had no
to home a breath of smoke to further fracture bones of memories past lives I didn't mean to carry on
Fuck this weight is too heavy ill-illustrated
Have an encounter and live to describe it
Most stories would start off by them saying, I Saw my body lying as my spirit ascended
The light surrounded me
as though there is nothing to show
There is compassion and depth in a neighbor
Now if Bartles and James didn't need no first names
We could live by our
The past that held regret
Over my head is gone
These chains are ashes now
That once were rusted on
I was a runaway
Now I am finally home
My
hear a thing
It go in one ear and out the other like a bullet out the muzzle of a pistol shot
By brothers standin' point-blank range
Niggas bang in
We in the time of our lives baby
Turn the music up, Primetime
Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion, our third eon
That's what the fuck we on
Mo'
Well after all, Pickering,
I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes, and do precisely
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Sometime I live in the country babe (yeah)
Sometime I
and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives
These
you when I get home
You better not be on the phone
Talkin' up a storm like you usually do
Talkin' to your friends like you usually do
Tellin' them I
da, da)
Da, da, da, da (Da, da, da, da, da, da)
(Gotta keep it goin', gotta keep it goin')
Hey yo, as soon as I come home, I'm stressed by my mama
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
eyes
And this is what she said to Jim
It's on you until you give god a try
It's on you don't let this world pass you by
Cause it's on you until you
live the good life
I gotta keep the dream
Lately I'm feelin right at home
Got the means to be on my own
Man I'm drivin' down sweet leaf road
Keep
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