Lyrics:
Just want to find my home, Just want to find my home (a home)
Just want to find my home, Just want to find my home (a home)
I walked down to the bar
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
alright, yo yo
Mi say mi rollin' on di highway
Wid a spliff inna mi hand
(Wid a spliff inna mi hand)
Wid a pretty girl by my side
I spot a police man
them 4-5 days
Naw, I heard he shot somebody man
For real?
That's the reason why he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know like what you call been missing
the same
And when government bar down
Then I wan' give ghetto man job home
My God oh, 'cause if a ghetto man a get work
My brother na a win go take some five
cars, play it in homes
And also please book me
Book me to come perform in your events
And pay me and pay me very well
I've got bill to pay man
I've got
thousands fighting to be heard
But I was watching Netflix like the least punk man on Earth
Bogota stay home (but I gotta stay home)
Bogota stay home (and I'm
I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sitting in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
a better home awaiting
By and by lord by and by
Well I followed close behind them
I tried to stand up and be brave
But I could not hold back my sorrow
Fucking Roulette with your fucking punk
Ass you fucking, you’re crying, man
Listen, you know what else, man
How you gonna go home, man? You’re
Not allowed
home
(Yup, yup)
You can always come home
You can always come home
Yup yup, you’re only here once, man
Do your own stunts, don’t front,
Baby, jump
I feel so alive
I am coming home
Though a different man
Babe you should know
Been gone for so long
clmost lost hope
I'm so weary yet got joy in
a sweat man gotta go bust out
Biddy by by by by
Good-bye to the drought, yea
Don't stay home this time no don't stay home
If he don't have to he don't
man on,
Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on.
White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home
and you
Look, I made it out and I took my baby out with me
Man, I told her she always gotta home if she ride with me
Man, I gotta make it out for the boys
and that
No laugh, man are moving, bada-bup bup
Trying to stay out of harm's way
But the trouble keeps on miscallin'
Can't wrap me up when I'm home
Produce it by myself and get the gang on it
And I don't give a fuck bitch imma go and bring the case home
Middle finger up to 12 tryna take me down man
My country road take me home
Take me to the place where I was born
My country road take me home
Back to the place where I come from
My country
I've been raised by Marie Chanel
No cologne, no Boss Chanel
Two paths, be a boss or in jail
Soft 8, now I gotta cell
Nokia 3000 a brick
Idolise
must you break into homes
Do it 'cause I'm on my own
Can't do shit when daddy gone
Even though he in the room
Grew up in this grass of snakes
Man
stumble
Real bad man
Still skin
No rumple
Home of da bees
City man
We bumble
Err body armed
Whippin it like trundle
Wannabes act
Tryna live at an angle
Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we wept
When we
the wounded man
Who felt no pain
By the wayfaring stranger
Who knew our names
We were blessed by the homeless man
Who showed us the way home
Blessed by
home
*Na's are carried out by back up after Corey starts singing Na na.
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