Lyrics:
myself. I'm not by myself
anymore because the man I was before he was a tyrant, he was a slave, he was
in chains, he was broken and then he sang:
Oh,
sabem mastigar o beef sem dentes, comigo comem sopa
Este som é tão real, que mete a puta da vossa mente louca
Dizem que são os melhores em Portugal
Vocês
na murder
And I have been warned by my mama
To stay away from girls like you
Cause of the things wey you fit do
You don dey turn man to mumu
Ori wa n
old man came rolling home
Written By: Joseph L. Stone Boogiedown Music BMI
of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce
Yeah, home of the party and the trees
Sunny la-land of the G's
Please let a nigga breathe
Tank
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Living Out in Europe got me
lifted off of me
I'm a brand new kinda of man
I keep looking at these wedding rings
Now I hope you'll understand
I'm talkin 'bout a home
Talkin about me
on a fan ting
Ten toes up, caught man, he was panting
Prs gonna paid for a Phantom
And a home gym in a hillside mansion
My bars make man take action
And we will come back home
Home, again!
From now on!
These eyes will not be blinded by the lights!
From now on!
What's waited till tomorrow
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
Hey
Here I am
I'm the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you got to come home with me
I forgot some good old lovin'
And I got
is this?
An immaculate version of Me and My Bitch by Biggie
With all respect 'cause you the only one who gets me
Where is he?
The man who is just
rewind
And take us back in time
To the days when things were easy
See you when I’m dreamin
Waitin by the door for me
Like I’m comin home to ya
Yea I’m
And it was cold
When I picked you up from the Portugal shore
I felt like a man in my Honda Accord
And I gave you my coat
I thought we were home but
to be by yourself (by yourself)
Say you ain't afraid to be by yourself (ooh, ooh)
You don't need a man, you do it by yourself
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You did
There was a fearless Irishman, lived out near the sea
Outside Ballyferriter, a West Kerry man was he
Danny Sheehy was his name, wore a sailor cap
man, I finally feel real grown
Look, I made it to the top by myself and now I need a home
Man, I can't ever go back to them days when y'all just hated
a man, he never home,
only stuck around cuz your love was strong
city lights came on and then went off again and your still alone
day by day keep passin
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
marks
I think I might have gone and inked you in
Little by little, inch by inch
We built a yard
With a garden in the middle of it
It ain't much,
not by myself anymore, because
The man I was before, he was a tyrant
He was a slave he was in chains
He was broken and then he sang:
Oh please, don't
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ooh, baby (baby, I need you)
Gotta get you home with me tonight (right here)
Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside
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