Lyrics:
live in a nice house in the getto
Call it the anorthositic gabbro
My home is unknown until its shown
By the ones who come to get mission done
Look
Feels nice, yeah
Driving down the coast-line, with you by my side
Hand in hand, tonight, gripping oh so tight
Ooh honey
I may have
Suicide doesn't stop the pain, you're only moving it
Lives that you're ruining
Thoughts of a world without you in it, hiding
I ain't psycho but my life
is super awkward
Yeah
Feel free to suspend your disbelief
As I'm suspended a thousand feet in the air by my feet
But passerby's think a man is flying
to the riches
Oh girl I gotta live it
To the digits
My momma been tripping
Aint been home in a while
I gotta go get it
Cuz when you got them frowns
I gotta go fix
word right off my dresser
I'ma be outside
As soon as, I get home
I get inside, I turn my music up real high
In your presence I abide
I know you right
In your world
I'm never far away from home
A life I thought I'd never find
In your eyes I see all that I am
With your love
On my own
I searched
in your eyes
They lock on me every time that I walk by
So if you want me c'mon baby don't be shy
Hit me up
We should be having the time of our lives
High step in my timberland boots
Try flexin my niggas get loose
Dry by with yo bitch in my coupe
She
Throw neck while I put it in cruise
High step in
of the road, 'bout 5 till I'm home
Did I leave a QP in the car or at home
I'm calling my bro, I tell him I'm gone
Just then I seen 12, 'bout 5 on the road
When
So far gone and I got no where to go
This lonely roads the only thing I've ever known
I'm lookin for a home
Hood to call my own
Lost soul, a lost
and the mystery
Of how I would live come along
Chorus (Last line different)
That music saved my life, music became my life
As time went by, I found that I
Could
close to home
Sacramento
Is where my Papa lives
And all I kept thinking
Is that could've been him
Shot dead
Or how about D'ettrick Griffin
Down in
crib
When I come home ima give you my kids
Give you my name cuz ima calling dibs
You called me king when I wasn't shit
I call you queen cuz with you I'm
crib
When I come home ima give you my kids
Give you my name cuz ima calling dibs
You called me king when I wasn't shit
I call you queen cuz with you I'm
been trying to
Bring me down
But I'm just so far
Love my home
But it feels like
Foreign grounds
Been a soldier
For the longest now
Losing in the world
when I count my blessings
Still chasing cash, a mad dash to lessen stresses
It’s just another ill day in America
Kevin Eleven uh… Hunnid DUH!
Credit
the ambulance
Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us
But we don't care what people say
My niggas
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money
only human, I'm not always in the best of moods
But thanks for giving the gift of rap to write my feelings down
And sorry for cursing sometimes but
godless lives
And have no hope of betterment
Betterment
Ola
Continue to live
Quite despite sight
Height flight bright
In reverential fear day by day
the rain
I noticed nothin' was growing and then it went up in flames
Livin' for the moment, I keep it all in the frame
I chose to live in reality, exit
Sprite is in my cup
Yeah, this is how you s'posed to live
I brought the strip club home to the crib
Yeah, I really did it twice
Champagne's on ice
a
responsive chord in many America women waiting, like Peggy, for their guys
to come home."
Waitin' for the train to come in
Waitin' for my man to come home
on the street as the daughters swim by
And I live in my home and I'm out on my own
And I feel like a man when I walk down the road
And whenever I feel like I'm
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