Lyrics:
By myself
All alone
Burn my pictures in the fireplace
These nights are so cold
Dreaming 'bout my arms around your waist
And I don't grow old
Keep my
dope
He knows that, but he's broke, he's so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again, yo, this
What will it take to show you I'll be by your side
Girl I got you and I want to give you what you never had
Girl everyday I hope to make you part
big things, going big places
That's just what I do
Wake up everyday and hustle my nigga that's all I know
Ain't surprised by you hating my nigga
the doctor's home
Always somebody hoggin the payphone
Say homes, where your daughter
She'll tell ya I'm pure like Artesian water
Feed me a quarter like
Thought I was lookin' good
So I cycled 'cross the neighborhood
Was invited by a skinny girl
Into her high class world
Left my bicycle under
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
Roll my vertebrae out like dice
Let my skull be a home for the mice
Let me bleach like the bones on the beach
I'll
out
Back from the ?, you did it girl the blind way
Hold your horses, and evil forces
Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
Well I got nine lives baby I just keep comin' back
I got nine lives baby I just keep comin' back oh yeah
I got nine lives and nearly lost them all
This long line of people
That goes back to the beginning of time
And when we meet, they meet other lines of people
And we say bring together
Let's go fellas, shower time's up in five minutes
Get those feet off the table, what do you think this is, home?
(This is bullshit, yo son let me
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat we provide it, ride it
Backwoods stuffed with a 3.5
When I creep by, probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her
home with his alibi
She says "Is this really necessary?"
But she knows that a man can't be a man
Unless he's punishing his secretary
He sips in
the way]
[Verse 2:Wish]
Bless this seed gotta know where I come from
And you'll sell me ain't going back where I come from
Been blessed with division
no home trainin'?
Put your fuckin' pants up, nigga! Put that suit back on!
Take that du-rag off! Take that gold out your mouth!
Quit the pitiful
Wondering if I ever make it home, will you come back to me
Could we dream up a reason for a rendezvous?
I'm back in town and I got nothing to do
We could
that I'm through
Keep cryin' and tell 'em I'll be home soon
Oh baby, I'm goin' crazy
'Cause I keep seein' shit that amaze me
Still I had to kill
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
and it could hit the charts before too long
So it's gonna be a while till I can come back home
Yes I'm gonna be a country star and everyone will know my
Left a lot of good things to wither away back home.
(Chorus:) Can't you feel those hills around you?
Can't you feel that touch of home?
And don't
can see the rider coming
Waiting for Marty to get home.
Used to be a girl then a woman then nothing
The quilt is in the corner by the oak console
with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad
cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
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