Lyrics:
Brownson
Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
Cold freezer,
to the beach
Seeing movies in 3D, me and my brother climbing trees
How was I able to foresee, my family torn apart by tragedy
I'm losing my way, I gotta find
rather act like some heifers
Way I got the throne, testosterone
The rooster never leave his cock at home
Cock that shit back with ammunition
When me
the ones in the back
Yea
Old these niggas old news
Don't speak
Unless spoken to
My name in ya mouth
Gotcha bitch wanting dick
She really spitting now
She
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
I'm finally back home
I talked to Houdini yesterday
And my father's father's mom
Oh I'm back home, so check your tears at the door
Oh I'm back home
I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town.
Made a lot of miles, the first two days
And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out
a big old bag of weed
And I'm telling you, honey, that's all that I need
Didn't cost me no dollars or cents,
Kindness was my only expense.
It was given
all for nothing
Lord protect me from the ones who say they love me
A rookie soon a pro
Only 23 years old
Been a man since way before and out of pain not
it's own poem
He'll visit the Pope when he goes to Rome
And when he goes back to his own home
He'll pass by Lil Hickey and take his gnome
Sitting at his
Silver bullet Lex Jeep
Parked out at my beach home
Think I'm from the swamp
The way I step out with them gators on
On the hood of that old school
I be
jeep bumping that 2pac
I'm walking around in my hood
Cocked back two Glocks 98 in my status
I came back I'm the baddest
Christian's on my feet
I told you
We're at summers end
Most kids will see their old friends
In the halls party weekends
But I'm at the end
Cause I'm on my way to leave home again
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
a flight to get outta sight
Land in a different time zone
Land difference got my mind blown
Ima phone you when I'm home
I got some stories that I told
Bout
from pain
Getting lost in stuff yeah, way too much
Think I need some drugs drugs, yeah
(I think I, I think I)
I think I found my lane
And it's all from
And they said, it's time to let go because you're not the one
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I still
you knew me you know I'm still in love
It's the liquor talking damn I called you by wrong name think
I called her (pause) now she feel some type of way
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
And I dreamed about those cottonfields back home
I dreamed about my mother dear old papa sister
Girl you could never fucking feel my pain
Doing this shit over and over and over again
I'm so tired of living this way
Over and over and over again
I
yeah
No hole in my blood, you can tell by
my flesh yeah
Wearing Dior sneaks but I'm not running or jogging
Niggas on the gram, call the internet logging
finally back here on our own
Negativity is rid of me
Deliver me on home
There ain't nothing you can say to me
To ever bring me low
I'm doing this one for my
when i bowed and the applaud rose
Encore, had old dreams being a pop star
Look where i'm at and tell me that i ain't got far
Take all my homies with me
Don't get strung out
By the way I look
Don't judge a book by its cover
I'm not much of a man
By the light of day
But by night I'm one hell of a lover
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