Lyrics:
jakes
My nigga in the cell waiting to come home like he was on third base
I be sitting here thinking reminiscing about the older days
I been chasing this
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
all night until the mornin' come (all night, nigga)
Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come
That's big checks on the side like the Off-White
back in kindergarten
Playing like we did back then
But I found out what you did
Without you telling me
So if you don't want to grow the fuck up
I'll come
He didn't like blood, not this vampire
The disco beat was his desire
Transylvania's where he made home
Until one day he decided to roam
And then
ran out
Of your fuckin' town
Can't come back to his pack in Philly, cause
To be blunt ever since he got cut
He ain't had the guts to stick around
I
with a chalice and a microphone
A cartie to mello my notes the plug only come to my door
I'm hardly away from my home I never need a place to go
Ah fuck, there he go again
Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again
Yup, can't hold it in
I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend
But, back when I was
I want you to care what I think
Why do I want you to care what I think
He said 'Sara's at home waiting for me'
Well hey there
LA was good
Eight months
Yo I gotta be home by eight thirty or my moms'll kill me
She spasses out when I'm late, plus she says that I'm too young to date
So overprotective,
hope he's doing well and hope he hasn't changed lanes
Without him, it's been me and Evan day to day
When he comes back we got the squad back again
Until
commandments
Until you come back to these commandments
We're gonna be in this place, we're gonna be under this curse
Because he said he's gonna punish us
commandments
Until you come back to these commandments
We're gonna be in this place, we're gonna be under this curse
Because he said he's gonna punish us
he's with me
I know someday, someday, someday
Someday, someday, someday
Someday, someday, someday
He'll come to get me
I wanna walk with you,
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus]
Way now over there
I'm a now how to make a nigga beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably feel a little
Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
to control my moves
But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth
Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat
they feel afflicted
Call on death
Hope you got a scripture
What you think he not gon' pick up Sitting by the phone
Ya know he itching
Waiting
trance
Then continued his walk back towards his home
And few would have given his soul half of a chance
And the angel himself felt helpless
As he
story's not done
Put me on your back yeah a prodigal son
Was walking around lost
Till you told me come home
I'll work for the Father until you come
He's
you built (Come on back, Jack)
You oughtta come on back (Come on back, Jack)
Oh come back
Come on, come on, come on
I didn't understand
Until I
you built (Come on back, Jack)
You oughtta come on back (Come on back, Jack)
Oh come back
Come on, come on, come on
I didn't understand
Until I
he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for
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