Lyrics:
Running through the six with my woes, on my Drake shit
Uh, yeah we up they tryna hate shit
Me and gang a dynasty, ain't talking Golden State shit
Wait, hold
tell you that I need you
I need you
By my side (by my side)
And although we're going to fight sometimes
I need you
By my side
Please don't walk
the world die by the creator
So don't listen to their cheats and curses
Stick it up your ass
If you think I'm gonna pass
We're black on black, detonate
everyone, I'll miss you but I'll be leaving soon
I'm going home for Christmas and I'm going home to stay
I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
dies
It's alright
Everything will be okay
You just hold tight
I'll be with you the whole way
When you're weak, I'll be strong
Keep going, we're
bad
And the only way to get there fast
I'm going home in my mind
Cruising by them Carolina pines
Taking it slow, doing 35 down Timber drive
I can
need you to hold on, hold on
Seem like everything going left
I just need you too, hold on
I promise it'll get better
You just be patient, hold on
What if
the Stately Homes of England.
Here you see
The pick of us,
You may be heartily sick of us,
Still with sense
We're all imbued.
Our homes command
realizing, that you were a diamond (momma, momma)
Through the sun, or the rain, through the pain I'ma hold you down (hold you down)
Through the good,
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
really fucked up
You were going to be okay, they could just remove the lump
But you had to stay in PICU and they wouldn't let me see you
Your great aunt
You're gonna to be sitting there on your little machine
Trying to look and keep it clean and
You're going to be home playing bingo all night all alone
It feels like we've been livin' in fast forward
Another moment passing by
(Up up all night)
The party's ending but it's now or never
Nobody's going
do I know it's going to turn out alright?
Every night I go to sleep and I have this dream
I had a dream that you were a worthless heap
You were
different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
the Stately Homes of England.
Here you see
The pick of us,
You may be heartily sick of us,
Still with sense
We're all imbued.
Our homes command
the Stately Homes of England.
Here you see
The pick of us,
You may be heartily sick of us,
Still with sense
We're all imbued.
Our homes command
the Stately Homes of England.
Here you see
The pick of us,
You may be heartily sick of us,
Still with sense
We're all imbued.
Our homes command
own somehow you think you can make it on
But you're never going home
But you can't stay here anymore
The s**t I have heard about you lately I found out
wrong
Have that pussy ready baby 
When I get home
When I get home
I’m sorry baby but I can’t stay long
I gotta roll me one before I hit the road
Last
(Yeah, wait)
(Wait)
(Wait)
(Wait)
(Wait a minute, hold on)
Humble brag
Like I'm drowning in a tub
I'm fresh to death (Mmm)
Plus I don't need to keep
now
Cause who the fuck supposed to come check on me now
Left the studio high as shit
Driving home almost crashed the whip
Fighting demons ain't no
say
My child were going home
Going home, I'm going home
There is nothing to hold me here
I've caught a glimpse of that Heavenly land
Praise God,
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