Lyrics:
dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy
Sister and borther i dreamed about the girl
Who's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home i wanna go home
Oh, how
mama for a dollar put a smile on my face
I'm drivin' all night
I end up in the same old place
My gypsy road can't take me home
I drive all night
mama for a dollar put a smile on my face
I'm drivin' all night
I end up in the same old place
My gypsy road can't take me home
I drive all night
Welcome home
The road don't fork for silver spoons
That knife in the back to get ahead
Flashing lights
Down by the old mill pills spill
angry even then
And he was angry even then
Educated by an Anglican clergyman
Old John Prince was a smart one
Until 1833 he lived in England
As a lawyer
started to deal
Old days on that block just tryna makin' it real
And my bro had a uzi he was ready to drill
We was posted by the corner store
How many
You've been always on my mind
Since I left, you got me thinking
You've been always by my side
Catch my breath when I'm sinking
We were made to hold
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
After years of working
I bought myself a home
It's a house in the countryside
With my baby by my side
Oohh
Sweet new home
The place where we used
by and beat up my son
So I went out and bought myself a big old German dog
The man behind me saw me and he started raisin' hogs
A nineteen year old
I could hardly wait to get home to show my wife and my little boy
And my little boy was so excited like so when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old
home
My lawn is the drop zone
Out here slinging bags so fast, probably being watched by the DEA
The heles overhead have the best view of how I cut my
feet
My place, my home
My lawn is the drop zone
Out here slinging bags so fast, probably being watched by the DEA
The helis overhead have the best
Who's that knockin' on my door?
(Old man trouble)
I know you've been here before
(Old man trouble)
You called my good girl to leave home
(Old
brother rich, that nigga died 'fore I got home
I got the aura of a boss, ask niggas, they know my body
I'm on MSNBC talking politics with Ari
Ate
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
people.
That violence.
That pressure unreleased,
And in the centre is a child whose home was taken by a thief.
Progression.
Seven years I battled my
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse wheel
Comin' Home
Hook:
My homie sup I canceled all my plans
I'm coming home again
New old faces shaking hands
Maybe this time will be the last
So while
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
mama for a dollar put a smile on my face
I'm drivin' all night
I end up in the same old place
My gypsy road can't take me home
I drive all night
Grace brought me in
From death to life
Faith made me see
Opened my eyes
Once I was far
But now I'm home
The old forever bound
The new is born
One
child
And lay them back down to rest Lay down by the river
My mother's country Gomeroi country, let him rest That old man
He comes from my country
He's
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