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when you 
Come back home
So I can see you again
But I guess it didn't work out
Baby I know it's just didn't work out
You was acting out
Of pocket

Welcome to hell
I warned you remember?
This is your new turf
Your hellhole I call it "home"
You fuck up my life
Now it's payback time

I wanna see

Every song we drop is a classic
I'm a star but my name ain't Patrick
This rap shit ain't just a hat trick
Took home a bad bitch and broke

with a missing cough
Had fights with olders other kids chickened off
Second she comes in my yard starts strippin' off
Then u lose like all ur control

You knew this day would come, when I walked away
You knew the things you've done without any regret
All the games and mistakes and the risks you

control by the ivory tower elite
Their technocratic vision's insane
They wanna lock us down in digital chains
Only the globalist club will know who it was

My little baby walked out the door one day
Nothing strange or unusual by that
That night, she didn't come back home
I was running, I was out

ever thought a thought in your life
That wasn't influenced by some posh weenie
Living here and giving you an ear of shite
Well if you ask me
Then it's

at first you call a nut-job, 
But then you find a part of her that rubbed off, and it won’t come off.
So you keep her close by your side, 
And then miss her

and I ain't come to play
See I got my best on
And my dancin' shoes
We going up from night to morning
My two step is the truth
DJ gone turn it up (Yo DJ)

following you 
Everywhere you go, everything you do, every time you try to make things good 
Every one you love, every day that comes 
Every try is such

In the quiet of my room, I'm haunted by your ghost
The shadows whisper secrets of what I miss, the most eyes closed
I'm drifting to when the laughter

to learn
Can't cross over the bridge
After it burns (yea)
So wait in line for ya turn
The ones you love might stab
You in the back
The ones you trust comes

Wendy's
I pour the four like I don't want no kidneys
I think Miss Junkie smoke more dope than Whitney
Houston, my perk high come down like Spark a, Black

and him too
Huh, bitch, puttin' everybody in a ditch Can't wait till I come back home, been wantin
to put a nigga in a spliff and Just wait till I find my

Keeper
When you rest your case
It shows me that you care
You tell me "please drive safe"
I try the best I can
When I come home for you
I'll call out

the tears
The constant sound of spat and shouting
Is still ringing in my ears
But still I'm waiting by the window
Wish one day they will come for me
While

face and name
And without her all I face is pain so no doubt I will slowly go insane
By thinking of the wonderful ways that her grace and beauty once

a home
And fill stockings for four-year-olds
Every day will be memory made
We can sip juice and then sleep in the shade
Wind blows faster in waves
Pennies

Three years down the drain
Let it rain
Because whatever happened here
Needs to be washed out of my brain
If you're not coming home
Just tell me
It's

goonies, yeah
Come and do me, yeah
I'll beat the doonies, yeah
Got tools like looneys, yeah
We making movies
And grabbing boobies
Right by the jacuzzi, yeah

but only in summer
In Bahamas I'm spendin' dese commas
Yeah
I tell her go home
Work on your health in your ozone
And they walk around my house with no

beat with the sick guitar
So I can come for your heads bitch im Ichabod

Crane yeah insane in the membrane
Decapitated than the blood squirt out your

of Agric Quarters are three temples
With the proximity of the fingers
And at 4:27 am
I am awakened by the loudest megaphone on rooftop
Calling on all