Lyrics:
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
I left my city for San Francisco
Took a free ride off a billionaire's jet
L.A, I'm from nowhere, who am I to love you?
L.A, I've got nothing, who
chorus
lucky you, you've got a woman to go home 2
I've got to find me myself a woman
what i wouldnt do man
lucky you you've got some kids to attend
try to wife no ho quick
I've been homesick
But I want you to be someone I'm at home close with
My friends tellin me screw love, go out chasin the dough
shanty there
Now my Oklahoma home is blown away
Well I planted wheats and oats
Got some chickens and some shoats
Aimed to have some ham and eggs
We left the toys out in the yard
I took my wife and kids and left my home unguarded
We packed what we could into the car
No one here knows how it
"sure why not? I got no family. You seem like a nice guy."
So we went off to America,
The home of apple pie.
On the boat the Old Man told me,
I would be
look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love New York night, bright
Matta fact lil bitch stay up out dem streets wit him
All my hos ducked off
Finally got a trophy wife that's why you show dat hoe off
Took my que from
because
They love that life or they got bills to pay
I asked one dude, why do you hustle
He said look I've got a wife and a kid to raise
It is not my place
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
and a doctor bill
I'm tearin' down your brooder house
'Cause now I've got the pill
All these years I've stayed at home
While you had all your fun
and a doctor bill
I'm tearin' down your brooder house
'Cause now I've got the pill
All these years I've stayed at home
While you had all your fun
a bed and a doctor bill
I'm tearin' down your brooder house
'Cause now I've got the pill
All these years I've stayed at home
While you had all your
a weet, sweet day to roam
Golden undertones
Oh, it’s good to be home
Oh, it’s good to be home
Mmm
[Hook: Barney Artist]
I’ve been seeing where these peeps
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
a police-man
His mother stayed home, raising the kid
He never was the star of his school,
He always played by his own rule
Don't sell your soul just being cool,
I'm in a nice bit of trouble, I confess;
Somebody with me has had a game.
I should by now be a proud and happy bride,
But I've still got to keep
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
to push
Yo, I had my own theories
World series of love
It's two on one
'Til I got caught with the smokin' gun
His wife came home
And she bursted in
filled our home with love
She's taught our children right from wrong
And loved me so completely as my wife
The years go by like hours
And silver
a fact of life, now man and wife
Work full time to just get by
And when we're home all
It's gonna be is me and you
But when in Rome, do as the Romans
house
I've got my pickup truck in the driveway
All I wanna do is life this way
Ain't no looking back, I'm okay
I'm home
Home to a place like that
A place
obsessed
I've been so consumed by
consumers who are users
Now what you got me doing
abusing other humans,
Going through them like protrusions
If slewing
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