Lyrics:
I'm feeling high with you
Up floating in the sky with you
Your love is like a tre or deuce
And I don't ever wanna come down, tell me baby
I
broke
And she tired of the WIC stuff
Her home girl told her come up
To the strip club
1st night made a rack fuck the Waffle House
But her Mama don't
HOME FROM SCHOOL,
BUT I COULDN'T FIND YOU. HEY!
CARLY: FREDDIE, WERE YOU JUST LOOKING OUT YOUR PEEPHOLE
WAITING FOR ME TO COME HOME?
FREDDIE: (LAUGHING)
come home hungry
How the fuck you think I feel? Cause I ain't feeling shit at all
How the fuck I'm supposed to feel when I been feeling so alone
All my
orgasmic screams
And when your fantasies, I'll fullfill your dreams
[big ed (mo b. dick in background)]
(can you come home with me)
Do you wanna come home
where you wanna be
I'm always here for you truth
Is it's killing me cuz I know when you come
Back what it's gonna be
I let you have a good cry
I've been
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
I’m so vicious
chasing riches with these dope ryhmes
Analytics move like a rocket that’s a straight line
Did it by myself
Don’t care if I get signed
I'm gon
Down another bottle just to make it to tomorrow
Another model getting throttled
Bet that I ain't makin rent, huh
Shawty hips pneumatic
Hoping you come back to how everything should be
You call home but no one answers the phone
You wanna tell your girl that you're coming back home
for your spot, here I come, I'm warning ya
They say that I'm hot, really I was just warming up
Haters wanna see me flop, I'm outperforming 'em
the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into
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
dive
Galilee your seas are bluer than me
Swallow me, I wanna dive
Waiting F T W
She put her hands upon me
Like a painting by Millais
She comes
I been fucking grinding
I been working every day for this
I be fucking shining
You should probably wear your shades for this
I be popping bottles
I stare at people out on dinner dates in love though
Sickened by the thought it seems to be enough nah
Don’t wanna contemplate the patience I
to the party and Meek Mill 'em
I feel like talking my shit
Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick
I'm praying for some good rappers
Vybing
Mami make I row row row your boat
Know you wanna go low so come close
No lie I see something true
So many reasons to loving you
Mami make I
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look
romance)
Heartbreak suzie don't you waste my time
(she have me in a fantasy island)
Come booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
you got my back
Worth every car every bag with me they wanna be that
I know what I got at home
I ain't never gon' leave that
Them bitches best believe
granted like my college degree
I'm in a good spot, getting crushed by a rock
I make an effort tryna sever all my bottling thoughts
I'm stackin' bottles
don't gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill 'em and I gotta hit 'em
Yes you know a nigga
stars come out
It's a, can you feel it?
Wanna take you by the hand, dancing with my pals
Sit around, round, round
It was so high, we can paint the sky
Discuss these i wanna come home by the bottle rockets Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In