Lyrics:
a break
Before we wait
He got irate
Get him home
Before mistakes
I know the way
It's by the lake
Or by the crick
Never mind I don't know which
What I call home (Vital), what I call home
Life is a mystery, a beautiful disaster
You'll be on top of the hill
Then hurricane sweeps on thru, sweeps
And they call to me
I wasn't in the bottle
Next to me
I'm down by the call
Maybe the sun
Where nobody feels
They gotta give it and go
She's
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
on
And we about to kill 'em, C4, Mr. Carter's home
Yeah, I call it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some asshole niggas,
the drive-by
Girl goin down but the feelin got me sky high
I do what I want
Blowing money fast
Nothin like niggas
Call me chuck bass
Call me call me Chuck Bass
by my lonely
I put in work by my lonely
.40 on me, you know it's my homie
I wanna be by my lonely
I take these Perc' by my lonely
I put in work by
are on but there's no one home
Tick tick tock it's a quarter to two
And I'm done, I'm hanging up on you
I can't keep on waiting for you
I know
DJ Jones
Baby, don't worry if I
Come home late like three or four
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I'm sorry
That check, it keep callin'
pretty pretty
At night it's pretty, pretty, pretty
Give me a call if you're alone
I'll be around, I'm stuck at home
Shoot me a text, I'd love to chat
I
When they opened up the strip
I was young and full of zip
I wanted someplace to call my home
And so I made the race
And I staked me out a place
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
where's my bitches?
It's all good
It's all right
Fuck all day
Fuck all night
Call my bitches 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East
And I been praying long
I pray that I get through this song
Feel like I lost it all
When I had got that call
It said you wasn’t coming home
You got
need someone to pull you out the bubble
I'll be right there just to hug you, I'll be there
Where are you? Are you home? Call me right on the phone
need someone to pull you out the bubble
I'll be right there just to hug you, I'll be there
Where are you? Are you home? Call me right on the phone
lift weights with her brain the way she headstrong
you see my house is third base I call my bed home
you call her Miss Decapitated yeah her head gon'
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
loving and hating
But behind those closed doors they thought we weren't worth saving
You might call it a ghost town (ghost town)
This was my home
It's not
Neverland
Falling through this world unseen
Show me all the mystery
Where would you call your home
Would you call your
Where
Would you call your
Where
Would
all my friends around
It'd be last call whenever I fall down
If I lived here, I'd be home by now
Quarter don't buy much these days
But 'round
And settled down along the Cimarron.
It blowed away, it blowed away,
My Oklahoma home, it blowed away.
It looked so green and fair when I built my shanty
touched home from the motive, text
"Get home safely" to Anna
I see man have got plenty
To say when I'm out
But they never ever say it when the gang are
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