Lyrics:
Girl, it's my love you can't handle
I see you walkin' on the way home from work
Your Tesco tunic really drives me berserk
I'm for real, it ain't no
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-K-A James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in
Workin' at luggage
Tryna get paid the right way
But somehow the right way don't pay
I'm comin home' late every night
Gotta struggle and fight
The Smiths
I'm sorry
I said I love The Smiths
You have good taste in music
You like The Smiths? Yeah
To die by your side is such a heavenly way
Sting you like a bumble bee
Fly as a whosp
Tell ima G by the way that I talk
Long story short Ive been blessed by the Gods
So you can't tell me
By My Side
Sarah Smith
Come on come on come on
Let's take this outside
I don't want to talk about it anymore
Come on come on come on
I didn't mean
a long way from home, I'm a long way from home
Taken back by me
Believing nothing feels like such a
Hollow way to be
I can try to hide
Everything I stand
them said I could, I was tryna K.O.D
Demons named Sam Smith, the way that energy could stay with me
I just wanted closure, miss when granny used to lay
the labels gone be checking for me
Know they gone be checking for me, keep the smith and wesson on me
Yeah, a deal i won't sign
We came a long way
Knew i had
And blows the smoke of stale acquaintances away
This quiet town seems just they way we left it
When we left not long ago
Though we know each by heart
Lets
Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone
Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy
When I'm in the house, when I think about
When I see you out, when I hear
home
It's a long way home
Lets walk together
Instead of alone
On this long way home
I've gone through the pages
Of a lot of magazines
Full
that's the only way we know
Every play 100% it will never be below
You might see me at school or you might see me at my home
But when you see me
a rasta, got the dread locked
Sleeping on bedrocks of temper tantrums
Same impulses that be carried by my death squad
CAGE the motto, really trap our devils
for forgivness took a brief intermission, so practice my tradition in the kitchen so i'm back in my position, black smith-en aiming at the opposition
regrets go thru my mind I’ll do dis somehow/
Repeating myself in every single song/
Hope this shit change damn it's taking way too long/
Moved to L.A
Can't deal with the grief that rise
Grievances aside
I could really fuck up a pizza pie
A piece of pi
Stretching in long ways till the end of time
I
It's a long way back home
To pack up and leave again
Together alone
You without me again
It's a long way back home
And a long way back here again
I
to go cant even go home
Tired of overthinking and still don't know
So what I decide to do when I am feeling this way
Is push everyone away including
myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like
on saturday evenings shaking tins of pigeon corn
We were waiting for those pigeons to fly the long way home
Fly the long way home
Fly the long way home
Seeing
got me fucked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good
You tell me you are through with him
You'll soon be free just to be with me
So I'll stay by the phone
I'm waiting every night at home
Watching TV
in my ears gets violent
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She's singing, "Baby, come home" in a melody
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