Lyrics:
Wearin a hard hat he in that zone
Gettin it done 'fore he go back home
Aint nobody wanna do this shit
It take a man to come through
And move them bricks
Late at night when I am all alone
I am in my zone on my phone while I surf on chrome
Can I atone for my wrongs before I can go home
I think I have
don't need to worry, it's normal
We're not the first ones to go through it
Shorty whippin' this foreign
We work so hard, and we know it
We bring it home
Stranger things have happened
Go on and take the step
The hard days are over
Here's a pen to show our thanks
And take the long road home
Well stranger
store for you at home
In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change
Here's out contribution--we've called it Slag Aid
For every pop star that
would go
When I should have been at school
Learnin' my lesson
And I'd sip a little moonshine
And I'd smoke a corncob pipe
And we'd pick all day
Words & Music by
Ed Bruce and Phil O'Donnell
Second day of third grade, Three Oaks Elementary
She sat in the first row, I was all the way across
come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off,
Agh fuck
Agh shit yo
I need to get the fuck out of here man
For real Yo, yo i'm about to
I'm about to go for a walk bro
Yo ill be back
I'm taking off
blind
And i just feel alone when you're not around
And i feel like i'm home, by your side
Oh I promise, I promise I will go away with you
You can take me
going through
The world tryna play with my soul
I'm just tryna find where to go
I'm tryna remember the way
I'm tryna get back to my home
But I
gotta' be about your profits
But it's hard when Uncle Sam's always on your pockets
I responded back, look home I ain't got it
(I ain't got it)
I need
to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets (all in my pockets)
I was going hard (by the magic hour)
We were
fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now
Then you should probably get familiar, get familiar
So if you don't know by now
Then you
mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I
father's steps
You'll do what was done unto you
It won't be hard to start again
So go on
If this will make you happier
It got you this far
Do what
on me, spittlefields and all saints
Playing field ain't leveling the lane
Throwin' stones at ya bones kick pebbles at your pain
Swear they go hard
But
I won’t miss you
Everyday I been searching for closure
Using up my hours getting older
Months go by I still ain’t heard from you
Tell me what’s
Bring it back home to you
Coast to coast
With the thing you wanted most
Days go by but nothings changed
My life goes on but still it seems so strange
Try
get her home by ten
Free slimes need thugger and wheez
Got wunna through plea, just give lil Jeffery a bail
My time quit playing with me
I was rappin
Pre Chorus
Staring out the window
Watching life go by
Thinking of the days when you were
Still mine, still mine
I used to feel your love
Now I'm all
you by my side you know that it tears me up
And wanna go straight home
When you call on the phone you know that it tears me up
It tears me up
When
Hold me back from your heart. And I’ll go home with mine. This didn’t mean to mean anything. You didn’t have to try. But you talk to me on your way
Hold me back from your heart. And I’ll go home with mine. This didn’t mean to mean anything. You didn’t have to try. But you talk to me on your way
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