Lyrics:
of the old clock that used to mock
You got eternity for takin' stock,
This place is like a padlock
You look shocked.
Trust me, nothing ever moves but
like candy wrappers
Dirty pampers I’m the shit truth to me im more than average
Stuff it pack it get it gone
Then back home and unpack it
40 Chrome for
tell it well
Of a boy locked in a place
His mind, the very cell
Imprisoned with his wild visions
Of every time in space
There's no one in this world
on the phone
To see if it's raining, this is not like home
Proud to be hungover from the day before
Get well amigo this is not yet done
I tell you mama what I’m
we need cash regardless
So please pass the garnish
I decorate plates my food
For thought is great
My gourmet is like foreplay
That's all day they tryna
Many of us will not succeed, as the way
Home is fraught with dangerous traps
But there are those among us who
Carve out a destiny for themselves
They
hearts grow cold
When they’ve become so numb
Waiting for the dawn of redeeming grace
To bring back joy to the world because
Oh there’s no place like home
the air horn
This place is looking like scorn
But I anit about to mourn these niggas
Working till my bank account 8 Figures
Starting to gain some hope when
But I can hit them spots like dead eye
Always on the grind with the Blood Eyez
(Blood Eyez)
Never get sleep, no shut eye
(Shut eye)
If it don't cut
ill pay for
Pray for
Me
Pullup anywhere in my hood
Nigga I'm good, i ain't got no fear
We own da night like we Suge
You niggas shook
Better not go there
Gettin shackled on the bus first thing come Monday
Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day
But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long
We saw a sign Welcome Satan Place when we moved to town that day
And rows of little white homes that looked like castles all along the way
But
Up in Massachusetts There's a little spit of land.
The men who make the maps, yes, they call the place Cape Ann.
The men who do the fishing call it
Guys"
Got me in another zone they call her Sunshine like
"Put your mother on the phone, I ain't comin home"
Put a deposit on a place in her heart
All
Caught her inside, cuts like a knife
She's like a scream to me
I'm not afraid
I cannot help
There's no disguise, no alibies
What do I think
I cannot say
you ain’t got nothing left
There’s no more walking by sight
Got a feeling God’s been laughing at my plans, ha ha
Never walk away from something I should
places
And I'd be someone someday
Years go by so easily that sometimes I forget
Years go by and make me see that
There's no time for my regrets
No
sorry for that but, things have changed.I gotta better job now I'm making money, Honestly, i know you aren't there for that but.You knew that we had
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
seem like science fiction
But for some lonesome souls
They light the path home
The mind's like a flame
Tends to flicker in the wind
And give a fuck what
There's no place like home
You were there and you were there and you were there
Beyond life and I'm not defined by my regret
So I pull you in and I kiss
like a bunch of fools
Time is ticking and we can't go back (my oh my)
What about the world today
What about the place that we call home
We've never
laugh and you'll look, but there's no one around
Don't be alarmed - there is really no harm there
It's only the young cowboy, showin' Feleena the town.
you, Faleena is callin' for him
You'll hear them talkin' and you'll hear them walkin'
You'll hear them laugh and you'll look, but there's no one around
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