Lyrics:
the rules that I’ve established
Now I’m breaking each and every one of them
Placing them with brand new orders
On and on for liberation
Oh if you really were
I've been thinkin' bout my ole Kayla girl
Miss my bitch so much, I've been fuckin
Around with brazy girls
Told Kayla to come home, ain't fuckin'
to get home for Christmas can't wait to see y'all
A star gon' always miss they family
One true love y'all make me happy
Encouraged me when I started
roam
In every song, I find my home
VERSE
Campfire stories shared with friends brand new
Underneath the stars, where the sky is my view
From sunrise
to be carried by the sea.
There was a big sun on the horizon,
And the wind naturally carried her boat there,
All healthily, all calmly.
But all
Just to take you home
Where you live inside my dream
Midnight calls and legion halls
Oceans blue and mountains tall
A map's not big enough to hold you
a spot in the "seizième"
We about to paris by night, make it rain
'Cause we don't give a damn
Also 'cause we can, shades runnin' ones
Still savage wit it,
your dude to send you money, she just send me nudes
Now she want me to fly her to my place..
I be at home
W a brand new bitch
Like every Tuesday
a voice inside
"Today's when i leave home"
I shed a tear and faced my fears
Of if i'll make it on my own
A brand new chapter
I just can't rap my head around
friends basic
That's ok that's just the way it go
U don't like it stay at home
Bathin ape my heart is chrome
Double down
On me
I'm bettin everything
Ya da
Crow a little bit louder
Pure spite
The only background noise at the prize fight
While the ring is surrounded
By the ghosts of boundaries past
Feel
got done hitting that, so I sent the bitch home
Why won't you leave me?
I don't know what you see in me
I'm a regular nigga, my nickname B
I'ma switch
aiding our fall
Deaths in the custody
Of a one nation
MmmBop the Hanson brand
Til' we're back to 1910
Late night
Come home
Why you gotta be a dunce?
No
Do we really need
The things we own
Whats the point
In wanting a bigger home
Revolution you
Don't seem to care
Too busy choosing
The brands you
gotta make sure, it's one of the five generic brands, any of that imported stuff
Nah
And I love my Ford
My Ford by four
If it's not souped up, then get
Free the gang, on the gang
I like to pull beats up, then walk em down
My nigga like to take V-cuts, then walk shit down
I just bought a brand new
defending Michael Dawson
Bro on the wing, on roads he a striker
Magnum, 2 red bulls and a lighter
I’m drippy, Ill take her home if I like her
I’m low,
They say the homes where the heart is
Then my heart's where the hood is 'cah my homes up in the hood that's where it started
With my niggas we
you sweet winter
But now we're desperate to move on
Leave beyond the worst we've known
And build ourselves a brand new home
Maybe then we'll find
ain't going back to the trap
Tell the feds that I won't be home
And tell the bank that I might come back
Young boy driven by his goals
He ran into
And hazed by the violence
'Cause my senses tell me this war is childish
At home where my mind slips
At home where my child sits beside my wife
Besides this
A parody of "Riding With Private Malone" (Written by Thom Shepherd and Weed Newton. Recorded by David Ball)
New lyrical adaptation by Cledus T. Judd
Zaytoven
Yeah
What that is, bro
Okay
Call my bitch to ask her, can I fuck her home girl?
Fuck her like a gangsta she like when I pull her hair
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
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