Lyrics:
in Arkansas
Well it ain't much but it's home sweet home to me
We stare at stars while we sit by the fire
Those crickets chirping praises like a choir
danger zone)
Leave all of your (Leave all your)
fears at home (Your fears at home)
Leave your fears at home Next to me, you'll be strong
If you stay by my
Sweet cinnamon
It's not very likely
That I'm able to hold myself
On my late driving back home
I may suddenly slow down the car
And focus my eyes through
It was a boring night at home
Spending my Friday time alone
Chilling and watching some late night shows
Should I call my friends or got out there
get back"
I helped win sweet victory
With my little plough and hoe
Now, I want you to tell me brother
What you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?
mom stayed workin' late, she taught me how to be great
My superhero's a woman, you know she served for this country
Sent her back to the Hoovers, left
(Ko-ko Joe)
(Ko-ko Joe)
(Ko-ko Joe)
Go ahead home
(Ko-ko Joe)
Up in Appaloosa county
There's a place called Ko-ko Ridge
Sittin' right
.
God Bless America, my home sweet home.
© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
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God Bless America, my home sweet home.
© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright Renewed 1965, 1966 by Irving Berlin
© Copyright assigned
saw you on the subway
You were headed for the tunnel
Me the door
I pressed my face against the glass
You sped by me in a flash
Like a motorcycle
bright city mile
There to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile,
That will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain,
When you join my
feel like showin' up
Get drunk as fuck and
Freestyle my words worth get some cut up
I ain't home until the birds chirp
Never grow up mischievous
Even if
they wanna progress
You tryna stand by me and leach the success
I took my time with this shit I admit it
Hit a home run so come on lets get it
We going
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there
Seven candles laid by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair
A mother said
man's throne
My home sweet anarchic home
My neighbor's kid lost a baseball
In my front yard overgrowth
His dad said "look out for poison ivy"
It was
view
Deep down in the country waking up to the morning dew
But I ain't never felt content or alive filling my time away
cll the time I'm thinking
Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back and we cruise to the river side
Ha ha hahaha
Yeah, my successes were deserved
Looking in they eyes
I see them haters is perturbed
But I am not disturbed
I kick the hatred
something sweet to get me by
'Cause I can't come back home 'til they're singin'
La, la la la, la la la
'Til everyone is singin'
If you can wait 'til I
I’m in the mood for elevation
Want vibes? Then tune into my station
Feni still the hottest in the nation
Something you can never run away from
We
bullshit end
tour round the country
wit a few of my friends
call spaceship up
and we'll do it again
its like
rest in peace trayvon martin
rest in peace
If I gotta be a nomad…
That's fine by me
If I gotta be a Nomad that's fine by me
Government's not phasing me
We really gotta pay to sleep that's
lucky for my heart
To be torn apart by seas
And I'm lucky to have called London home
I'm lucky to have called London home
I'm lucky to have called London
find peace here on the sweet streets
The sweet streets of home
Where kindness falls and your heart calls
For a permanent place of your own
I'm
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