Lyrics:
Two years ago I left my home
Thought I'd make it big but all I've done is wrong
Planned some things that might impress the home folks
After two long
I'd like school much better if Gene Simmons was my teacher
I hate school, there's nothing worse than this
I hate school, I'd rather be at home
to the cul-de-sac that I called my home
I was hurting bad but I learned to cap it inside the dome
But if you were to ask I'd laugh it off and doubt it
Mostly for
been trained in this game so midway entertained like get payed many ways get strayed away this parade for days now we enslaved in change that we can't
it's crazy that
I'd love to run it back, I'd love to run it back
'Cause damn, girl, we sure had something
Baby blue Chevy by the river runnin'
a bit of that?
But in weather like this
You should wear a coat, a nice warm hat
A needle and thread
The hand stitches of time
Battling Lavinski versus
you ran away and never came
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
Home
You were the one
You were the light in my life like a sun
All of a sudden
You don't
I'd rather cut my wrist (ahh)
I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist (ayo, let's roll
you're facin'
Prosecution set it with your opening statement
Your honor, before we get started
I'd like to give my condolences to the family
home
Won't you carry me home
(like a truck, pick me up)
You ain't no lady but you've sure got taste in men
That head of yours has got you by time
your memory
I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep
And the way that your body feels when it's wrapped around me
And I'd like it
help you pass by ways
That had dissatisfied you
If I was a highway,
Well I'd be stretchin'
I'd be fetchin' you home
forever
Can't be played
By the lie that's rhymed
I can't be fit
Into the life you hide
A feeble mind
Sitting stuck in limbo
I lost my mind
So I'm smoking
spaghetti code, low man on a totem pole
Wanted to leave but I was typecast with petty roles
Five years, no va-cay they had me by my balls
My cubicle was like
Or that naggin' bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
Blowin' all yo' high away
That's some fucked up shit
But it happens, you know what I'm sayin'?
down it'll be like I never left singin'
I'll be home in no time
By the way check your phone 'cause I just sent you a text sayin'
Hey
I've been gone
home
And I bet if I left right now
I'd probably make it to you by the morning
So I'm packing up my bags hopping on this red eye
I'll be there before
world is all mine
Yeah this world is all mine
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say that's the bad guy
Say good night
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
arms
Oh God I wish I was home tonight
Send me a naked picture by the U.S. mail
Write a pornographic letter, You know I won't tell
Keep Your legs
of boy who is always on the roam
Wherever I lay my hat that's my home
I'm telling you that's my home
You had romance, did you break it by chance over
that I used to know
I’m leaving LA in a couple of days
As it started to feel like it’s home
Cause isn’t The West such a bitter old lady
She’s callus
he grew up ridin' in that wheelchair
Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was still here
Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories
bringing the ruckus
And crashing the party
By playing my demo
Listen
Make your office a derby
Been on a come up
Like a baby done nursing
I came up in time
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