Lyrics:
a place to call my home
(Can't wait for love that never comes)
I'll build a life to call my own
(From someone who chooses to be numb)
We may not make it
Back in our stompin' grounds
These are my stompin' grounds
A first kiss in the bed of an old silverado
To the sound Alabama sweet home on the stereo
We
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
not to do it, here is why:
I'm afraid of hitting someone passing by.
This is my New Year's resolution.
When I'm at the movies watching a love seen
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
nose looks slightly better
Than the rest of your face"
I arched my eyebrow, ever so slightly
Which was my way of asking
"Do you want my old
No you don't stand a chance
For a second in my world
The same old song
It won't last long
If you can't stand behind the music
All the fame, all
to feel alone?
Bought myself a house, to feel like I ain't home
Drivin' by myself, ain't got nowhere to go
I just took two 30s, now I'm in my zone
Are
the
Wide pine floor
And the view's the same from
My booth by the door
Didn't someone once say you can't go back
Can't go back home no more
It's nice to see
feel upset as I'm home
Time and tide changes, hometown is in my heart
Outsiders are always be here as one line
舊城 好久未能聽見你的聲
舊城 我思思念念 回來你的身邊
Old town
here all my life
My old man built this store back in forty five
He taught me quick to use a hammer
He made sure I knew the value of manners
Said son if
my mind
Grass is overgrown
I've been left alone
To think of long ago
When spring wind filled my home
I find no peace of mind
'Cause thoughts are
back to my roots
Come and take a walk in these boots
Home to the first slaves
When me and some G's operate by first names
I'm breaking free from these
I'll be right back when you need me
I've been on the road by now I'm comin' home
Oh, I'll be right back when you need me
I've been on the road, but
myself
I can't look off the floor
Hung up my rubber soles
Between two telephone poles
She knows where to find me
No I ain't coming home
Good old fashioned
even sounds like I do
if I would be drunk or high
I wouldn't be calling now to you.
By the way I was at home
if your friend naked in my bed
and she
I've got a brand New personality
And brand New fears
All of my old stomping grounds
Are disappearing house by house
They're building
New age mausoleums
For real know y'all can't relate I'm poppin tapes in old DeVilles
Cleaning off the white walls before I get behind the wheel
Strap on my lap in
I’d sell my soul for a pocket full of gold
If I could spend it all on you
But you can see by my shoes that I ain’t got one thin dime
So, before I
deserved
To live my life
Wilder than trees
Then as we talked
To the city we walked
By midday on a café
In the center sound
Pounding outside
In the shopping
and wine
Ridin' high as fuck with my bros in the car
Spittin' day by day crazy ass bars
Hittin' hard metal riffs on my guitar
Using bad words like I try
him by the neck and then they hung him
From a branch of the old apple tree
Chorus
Now my poor pappy lies in the orchard
He’s out of his misery
I've gone through hell
Fuck the burnout
I'ma fry going crazy
I'ma die old in my new
Mercedes
Too far gone
I don't need your help
Tell the devil I'm okay
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