Lyrics:
Woke up this morning I was all alone saw your picture by the telephone
I was missing you oh so bad
Wish I had you here to hold all I've got is this
suit and I'm looking so cute
Sexy mama, send her way, you doing it hunnid
Them hating fucks sidelining and question what you do
Not this, my nigga,
Turn left at the old hotel
I know this boulevard much too well
It hasn't changed since I've been gone
Oh, this used to be my way home
They
are strangers who are simply passing by
In light of all eternity
It's only temporary
This place was never meant to be my home
Not comfortable in
Everything is okay
I can tell by the way that you dance
They say that people don't try
That's just a lie, they work miracles
It's a gift from above
When we
The wind is blowing 'cross the mountains
And out on the valley way below
It sweeps the grave of my darling
When I die that's where I want to go
no highway
Blowin' by the double five, I know I'm goin' way too fast
I've been down this road just searchin' for the end
And it don't go nowhere, it
tapping our computers and telephones
What is Al Queda blew up the levees
Would New Orleans have been safer that way?
Sheltered by our government's
to see you broken down
Not at least broken in
Can't stop some hill shit
From comin' though
The reality is out with the old
And with the new
Ways
in and helped pull me out
Now the years they rolled by and old Shep he grew old
His eye sight at last it grew dim
Then one day the doctor looked
Mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I still had my gun in my holster
Still bonin', word I love the way shorty moanin'
Zonin', word is born niggas is
Well I work like a dog eight hours a day you know I'm nearly dead
When I stop by a bar on my way home and loosen up my head
Lord knows this is
it's the only place for me.
Yes, I'm goin' back home, if I have to hitchhike all the way.
Yes, I'm goin' back home, if I have to hitchhike all the way
still yours
I should've listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way, boy, this is no
the chauffer to stop
For a frappachino mocha
Then she let me blaze it while I
Still had my gun in my holster still bonin
Word I love the way shorty moanin
Zonin,
feel some type of way then, aha, yeah
Fuck is you talking to?
Aye, do you know who you talking to?
Slide on you like fallen drapes
God toss full
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My killed hands tattooed E.V.I.L.
across it's brother's fist
That
a different stroke
Right now, I ain't trying to have a wife
You gotta understand, this is my life
I left the wife and son at home
I partied all night now I'm
dream about the door
It's alone she's forsaken by her fate with to tell
It don't have approximation she is smiling fairly well
Her smile is contagious, I
10-4 over and out
The way we talk sometimes you'd think
Our love is filled with doubt
But when we're all alone by
The fireside of our home
The angry
Playing by the rules
The gods may throw the dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple
of evil
I can't keep you to myself
Take the short way home
You'll be safe here by my side
In this world of evil
I can't keep you satisfied
And you
Darlington
Some nights I don't go
Some nights I go to the drive-in
Some nights I stay home
I followed that dream
Just like those guys do way up
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