Lyrics:
how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my
play around
Cover much grounds
Got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day true player way
I can't get her outta my mind
I think
got some shit on his chest (he do)
Pray he don't flex, I'ma send em home (I am)
I got big pistols and weed by the pig, I got hitters, one call, I can
be alone
Baby come back
This is your home
I gotta get you back
By any means
Back
By any means
Back
By any means
Back
By any means
Woman I
go, you can always come home
When I wake up
(When I wake up)
Voice inside of my head
Says you gotta get up
(Get up, yeah)
You’re halfway dead
And you
some scones?
I've been in this car too much, someone get me off these roads
Sad about my deep tone, keep going, gotta roll
Home away from home, this my
touched home from the motive, text
"Get home safely" to Anna
I see man have got plenty
To say when I'm out
But they never ever say it when the gang are
on some kinky stuff when I
Get home to break you off
I can be your guidance whenever get lost
Sendin' me flicks on that sidekick
Stressin' out you had a bad
When I make my money, got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
You called up in the sky
You
Dios fuckin' mio, the whole world got there eye balls in my e-hole
And that's why I keep the Lysol close by, 'cause currency is dirty
Especially when
what you see on the dynamic screens of TV
isn't the same as when you was a shorty believe me I'm no expert
I was raised on Pac-Mac and Q-Bert but
back home before the damage is done
Damn, the clock is ticking faster when you're having more fun
Really wanted to take my time, say everything that I
should've listened when they told me
Now when I drink, I get to sendin' you these messages just 'cause I'm lonely
And it ain't 'cause I'm wasted
It's because
such a cold routine
'cause I'm the one to get punished when I
Hope,
hope for that fucking revelation
so I can go back as well
As I'm living this life
it can all change
When the going gets tough it'll drive you insane
See I done dodged a couple shots
Served a couple blocks
Hit a couple corners tryna
Wish I can find time to get away, get away
Shit, I should fly you out
So you can get away, get away
You've got me flyin' home to smoke with you
(I
alone
And I'm right by the telephone
Tell me, when are you comin' home?
Sometimes I get so worried
I think I'm goin' off the edge
The devils in my head
all my meals for free
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
push through and persevere, word to God
Tryna find a home, but I can't afford a home
'Cause I'm 25 and owe a hunnid grand in student loans
Tryna get
thugs (tellin' me where I can go)
I'll be waitin' for you (can she go with me? when I'm comin' home)
Until you get through (and all that ol' crazy shit)
Ain't got nothing else but time
I think I'm gonna lose my mind
Gonna leave it all behind
When will it stop?
I can't take this shit no more
Wanna go
obligation
When the Saints go marching in
I will deny you as my kin
But you get to live on this planet
When the Saints go marching in
Oh when the Saints go
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
I just keep up all the pieces that I left you in
Hoping praying when I'm home I see you again
And you understand I'm being the man I need to be
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