Lyrics:
"Come Back Home, Lord
Fix my marriage
Fix my home (Yes)
Fix my family (I pray)
Fix me
I welcome You in my life Oh God"
Come Back, Lord
Yes, I welcome
alone (yeah)
Yeah, the greatest gift is knowledge itself
They fail to talk about my journey with mission and wealth
I made it here all by my lonely,
Wack ass
Bitches on it
Clothes stained
By vomit
Back summertime chi
Was prayin for a comet
Hear the hook stop motion
Call it Wallace wit no Gromit
in parking lots
First time she feel at home, second time did it wrong
Third time's a charm, now she ready for it all
I place my bets high, no time for
Damn, another song by KingJeremy15
Alright here we go
Legends
They never come in second
But you already knew that
I'm just stating the facts
As I
(see) you (you)
Hey, what it is, the king back in the buildin'
Still stackin' and buildin', you still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' your deals,
the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
inside my head goes on and on (Lubie come back home)
Said Lubie Lubie you better go back home
I said I, I thought I'd make it by myself (Lubie come
of the crowd
Good on my own, don't need 'em around
I beat 'em all now they want to test me
I be a legend like Lionel Messi
Back to ballin' I be lapping all
in parking lots
First time she feel at home, second time did it wrong
Third time's a charm, now she ready for it all
I place my bets high, no time for
in parking lots
First time she feel at home, second time did it wrong
Third time's a charm, now she ready for it all
I place my bets high, no time for
Heard ya all talk they don't really want smoke
She want Louie bags, a Suburban and a coat
Heard niggas trynna take my crown but they won't
Niggas
'Cause legends call us to live
They came in high
And they came in low
Worn by the miles
And fresh from home
Hard work, magic
Then some tragic end
Born in Western California
I love to pick raspberries
If I make fun of you don't have an answer
Just come harder back at me
And no I don't wanna talk
Born in Western California
I love to pick raspberries
If I make fun of you don't have an answer
Just come harder back at me
And no I don't wanna talk
(do you want more?)
Hell yeah, now check the method
I been livin' outside of pages for ages
Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion,
Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks
Hoes just trippin' mayne
Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
get your own up
Now I'm on my own
I'm just tryna get my own up
Had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up
Niggas tried to hate
Had to bring back
I'm driving back home
Lost in my thoughts, and the night's getting cold
Rolling down the windows
Breeze and the drops on my skin
I'm driving and I
it’s all on me yeah it’s all on me
I gotta be a legend
Yeah I swore I’d be a legend by now
And I ain’t waiting on a miracle
Waiting on one to come down
in
How am I not in a Greek Top 10
I was in Bali I felt so zen
Now I'm headed back home and I feel chosen
Every time I rap they say goddamn
I'll make it
the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They
Kigali is my home
One day it'll be my throne
City of the ones foregone now
If you take a walk to the unknown
The risk might take you home
But legends
whack
So when do we get his feedback, I'm wondering when he'll come back
Could only see tears through my eyes when a heroes soul burns
Out and the light
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