Lyrics:
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they
62, folks, and we have a new home run champion, Mark Mcguire."
"Welcome, you've got mail." (Greeting from America-on-line alerting user to a new
fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old Papa, Sister and brother,
I dreamed about that girl
Who's been waiting for so long.
I want to go
to where I belong
HOME! - Nothing can compare
With that warm, friendly air
HOME! - Where folks say ‘hello’
Even those you don’t know
I'm Going Home
the road I'm in pole position
Different strokes by different folks make polyrhythms
I'm dealing with Dunning Kruger effect mixed with imposter syndrome
ain't have no folks
So I became a monster
In and outta homes still with my mom so I wan born in foster
Still be inna east posted with Quan and a couple
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll,
the interstate to go and buy some Gucci
I don't know nothin' 'bout that body, tryna do me like I'm Boosie
Surprised that I'm home, I know them folks ain't wanna
home this summer. Home sweet home's my favorite song. Those folks will always be the heart and soul of me. I've stayed away.
-Clean as they kids when they Momma they income tax
Fresh as a newborn rocking with my tool on
We come from foster homes and group homes
Now I’m
Lately I've been down on my luck
My mind is racing like a g-wagon I'm stuck
All these thoughts weigh heavy on my mental
Some folks judgmental against
fixen
Better than karrin stephens
The video vixen
I'm worldwide all around the globe
My name is hotter than a stove
Respected for staying tru to
The g
of the place I call home, oh yeah
When I show up to a show, everybody knows I'm fucking there
Walk by like I'm stuck in silence, let the folks with cameras
I wanna go home
Home folk 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
And by night I
They always drew a crowd of young folk and old women,
And men with the mortgage on their homes.
Farmers and teachers, rich men and preachers...
The old
Where I come from folks
Take pride in doing hard work
Our blood sweat and tears
Fill up all that old dirt
From sun up to sun down
You can hear
But the old man strongly clung to the wall
Because he was afraid to get out and to fall.
So the spirit touched his heart with its hand.
It took him by
dunno me homes
Ionno who you thought I was but I'll put one off in your dome
So, y'all betta go head on
Y'all don't really wanna go head on
Fuckin' with
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leaving home every day,
Beating the hot old dusty way to the California line.
Cross the desert sands they
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leaving home every day,
Beating the hot old dusty way to the California line.
Cross the desert sands they
of the old railroad track
Where the trains used to run
Carryin' freight by the ton
Blow the whistle as Billy'd wave back
But the children around Billy's home
the old folks still the same?
And by the way, did she mention my name?
Did she mention my name just in passing?
And when the morning came
Do you
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