Lyrics:
K'Naan is a musician and poet
MOGADISHU, Somalia
ONE has to be careful about
Stories especially true ones
When a story is told the first time, it
Tell the girls it's cool, look but don't touch
I'll be home as soon as I can, I don't rush
Cause girl, you're baby girl, you're good just don't fuss
I
mf, better be lucky uncle Vinny didn’t pop by you would’ve been scared,
Ensnared, trapped in love with this man, to her exes: he really started
When I drive back home
To the house where i live
North of the town that i love
Turning left I'm left to wonder
If there's ever gonna be a
Better site
a DVD
Of some oral sex - beastiality
I couldn't get any, I was feeling quite forlorn
Until I found this tape of dog porn
When I got it home, it weren't
and I get in my bag
Yeah yeah
I'm in my zone
I see the trophy I'm taking it home
My team full of winners I'm never alone
Boy we up in this house like
rappers 'cause it come from the chest
Skill level 9000 multiplied by a mili
Wait, they think they're better than me, really?
20 racks on me no doubt, yeah
the drinks are cold, and the girls ain't too hot
Now we in the house, but the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But, wait, I spoke too soon
Ah,
what it means to be alone
Then I'd advise you to go home and shut your windows lock your doors
Cause you can cry in a dark room but we all know that
of designer, heard a human loses
Deserve these bruises (Go)
Nobody tellin' me that it could
Ever be somebody better
I got a vendetta, I mean every word
Every
the time!
(I know) It's crazy right!
I should be doing something better with my time!
"Will that be all?"
Yeah
Sorry
I'm bounded by gravity
To put my best
And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's
losing my head
I got a lot on my plate
An empty house, only coming home late
To my cats, to my brother
I need a break, I miss my mother
Oh change is quick
don't mean a thing if you're not there to hear it,
But then soon is the time you'll be by my side.
It's copesetic if you let it so set up and keep
Sent to a concrete hoe-house
Where all the products go, no doubt
Yo momma, I gotta do eleven
Livin' in a five by seven
Dear baby, your man's
of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin' product
"Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
If you want to stay in my motherfuckin' house"
"Many
some hurtful things
And I cannot control my rage when
It comes on the scene
It be like hey I'm here to play
What you say to me?
Don't you back away know
Sitting in a crowded room
I think I'm leaving soon
I've spent way too many hours
I'm running out of time
We could've seen the signs
It should be over
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
changing but the scenery
Soon enough I’ll be whipping round, in another whip
Engine so loud that you thought it was the mothership
Ain’t shit changing but
the ocean?)
Oh, oh
(Let's run away
Don't worry about the end, I'll see you soon)
Down by home, I've seen this road before
I don't know if your soul can
Steadily left alone
Uh, uh, uh, yea
Emotions get high soon as I get home
I tried to make things up to you
We were indecisive
Love don't be hitting unless
the Hollywood hills what a time to be alive
But a better day to die
An angel came by my side and gave me the kiss of life
And washed away in the tide
And me
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