Lyrics:
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I'm coming home for space to realise
To realise
I'm older
And now I'm meeting up with grandad
You've got that sweet taste my mandarin
You've got
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
of December's snow,
We find love's ember, ready to grow
[Verse 1]
There's a chill in the air, but my heart's on fire,
For that sweet country girl, she's my one
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
and some plantain
'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin
They wan throw banana skins at John Barnsey's
They tell us to go fuckin' back to our own country
(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
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
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?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
tonight but I'll call
Do know my right from wrongs
Do put my life in songs cuh seen a lot in my life can't test me
Back home didn't really have a home
Back
life, y'all (hey)
Rollin' in the South
Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus)
Barbershop talking like, nah
Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's
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
It's death by a thousand cuts
I dress to kill my time
I take the long way home
I ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright
They say, "I don't know"
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