Lyrics:
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Veteran of a cold war It's Chica-I-go for
What I know or, what's known
So some days I take the bus home, just to touch home
From the crib I spend months
This is the first letter that I wrote back home to mom and daddy
A few days after I'd moved to Nashville
June 2nd 1964 Nashville Tennesee
Dear mom
when I'm rapping
I'm busy, can't you see that I'm working
Keep it up and I'll send you home chirping
Cause I take apart men
Like I took a part Ken
letter that I wrote,
Every dress you never wore under your coat
Thrown away
Brick by brick,
We can build it from the floor
If we hold on to each other,
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
I’m the keys to your home
Fighting for you to know
But it’s okay to say that I was standing here by your side
When you smiled at me and hoping to fly
of Partisans from… on each of those posts, those lampposts. There was a big sign, a big painting up on the wall, I think it was like a poster, just down by where
the measure
Deciphering those messages
Engrave the note
And write a private letter
Clothes floating in the wind by the feather
All those times we never had take
It's time for me to leave becuss this house is not a home
Left my heart stuck in the trenches so it's hard to leave alone
I went the harder way
Youngin
forever I crave revenge and create for the better
So I remain for forever, mortalized by the pain in every single letter I say
I remain for forever,
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
Gotta gift gotta share
Feel the love it's everywhere
Now's the time feelin' fine
I'm gonna be home in time
Starry lights in my eyes
Girl it makes
I been grinding for a long time
Soon as I get the money I'ma take it home
Home home home ayy
I been grinding for a long time
Soon as I get
it's over
My heart is really in London
I went back home to a woman who needed me
Just to tell her that it's over
I never had this attention
I had
scream "Free up the team" till them man come home
Still sending canteen, no letters no need 'cos the gangs got phones
And I ain't ever jugged on a stove
letter
So I need a flight home
There's no day to argue, no I need my pillow
Well, inside an old house
By the seaside you can take off my blouse
But
she got the letter from her soldier boy
His words of love made her heart beat fast
But little did she know it would be the last
Oh Mary don't you
oh how I wanna go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by
the 35404
Six-tre Tuscaloosa representative from Holt
The home of lost thugs my nigga now end quote
Shout out to my nigga grimm, we killed em with that's holt
head and cry
Billy and Sue met the first day of school
And ever since lived by the golden rule
When you do unto others
What you wouldn't want done
hard nipples, from our home stay, tell you what Shania, I ain't like them niceville pussy's, I'd treat you all the best things life had to offer, please
Billy ran away from home when he
Was 17 years of age
Folks swore that he'd land in trouble just as
Near as they could gauge
'Cause he was a reckless
Snow is falling from the trees
December glow is beaming
It's a special time of year
The mistletoe is waitin'
Only 12 more days
'Till we celebrate
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