Lyrics:
the mountains, it's no joke
I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook cook
So I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home
And mummy begs me, stop
the Hemi
I be runnin hoes like Luke in Miami
So I hit her gotta get the half of my jimmy
I don't mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me
Got a sick flow
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
to cali ship it back get by the package
But i gotta track it get it over night
Can see my chain dancing even on a snowy night
He tried to screw me had
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
the lay down
But now it’s time to make it right
Since I’m headed back home
And I, got a plan for niggas plottin’ on me
And I, I keep a gun
It ain’t no
grandma wedding ring
So what the fuck they gon' tell me 'bout anything
Strap up, nigga, get yo' boots on tight
I'm from back when Snoop called Luke
and Chris
Runnin' down full court
Fast break offense guaranteed they're gonna score it
Tryna get the quick point guarded by no one
They could get it Tim's
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
leave when I climb back up
You leave when the line's backed up
Cuz I get more love outta town than I do back home
You hate this zone
You hate that I smile
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
Tsunami tsunami tsunami
Back home back home back home
Yeah yeah, let's go
Back home
Yeah, I'm back home (Back home)
Disappeared like shadow clone
what's up doc
No carrots to munch on
Nah, I never cared much for the tariffs they put on rocks
I need to make a living or get busy dying
Every night I'm
T just came home
Let's talk about some shit that got the people upset
Cops that killed Breonna Taylor ain't get arrested yet
Attorney General Daniel
Beauty and The Beast
Beauty and The Business
I came in the game like 'yo excuse me'
Come back in nine minutes if you snooze me
Keep track of your
in the way that you must
All specters are haunted by their own lack of trust
When you're all out of time, there's nothing but space
No hunting, no
Home make you question what it really is
Home got a code got to know who you is
Home doesn't know how to live by itself
Home can be poor home can have
of them suffers because of music
Telling Jussy on the phone, bailiffs climbing windows
Tryna' run up in my home and take everything I own
Them girls will
get that money and I sit on it (sit on it)
Nails got some paint up on 'em, but play know I'll kill yo' big homie
I got this Givenchy-branded chain,
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
Yeah, shout out Charlie always
Let's get them fam listen, I mean
Let's get 'em Dave look
trade that for a warm bed and a place I can call home
Will ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast
Of a specter from the past
fan since way back
tell me can you say that ten times fast now
hands high, grand prize, takin home the cash cow
and that’s the way that it goes, Jesús
a good son, like my mother taught
Running home, trying not to get caught
On the rooftop with my passing thoughts
And I just want to go back
Take me back
The music is right, they have cheap beer
I know that I should be home but we knew I'd wind up here
I try and try but never get too far
There's just
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