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I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize

on the line for people that changed on me
I lived and I die by the gang only
I gave them my heart and they trade on me
I gave it all and they hate on me 

Got

bad, bad to the bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone
She don't know if she wanna be at her home alone
She don't know, so

10 Mins.

Joe Budden

Joe Budden [Clean]

2003

way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace

Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really

Being alone, means being
Doesn't mean that you're by yourself
It means that you are in fulfillment
In joy, in satisfaction
With you
All the signs

We got one bad bitch at the party on her phone
Two shots in and she's all alone
Bring three friends so she feels at home
Got four bad bitches that's

and the scythe
It's some kind of sign that my Capricorn mind
Is home, survives by the wintertime
You laugh in incomprehension
It's never time to mention what's

Monica Lewinski
Baby girl come home
Waiting on that ring tone

Try to lie to myself, say that I don't think about you
Every time I get alone you're

another phone call. But she's away I'm out drinking rather heavily. I had about four or five vats of liquor. I'm stumbling home. Right. It's like no o'clock

Didn't wanna enter alone
But one foot through the door and I'm home
I'm not gonna atone
for my sins 'til tomorrow, hello
Goodbye

Covered in pink

On My Own

Nelly

Philadelphia Freeway [Clean]

2003

ya'll nigga's gotta leave it at home

Ya'll haters better leave it alone
Before you meet wit ya death
Back up off me put ya keys in the ignition
Start

Last Train to Clarksville

Jerry Reed

Alabama Wild Man/Jerry Reed Explores Guitar Country

2000

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no

Last Train to Clarksville

The Four Tops

Reach Out

1967

Take the last train to Clarksville
And I'll meet you at the station
You can be there by 4:30
'Cause I've made your reservation
Don't be slow
Oh no no

Feeling like I'm drowning here
Empty room and all alone
Save your pity cause
No matter what I do 
No matter where I go
Surrounded by a circus and I'm all

the long drive home
Crack'm open 6 hours to go
5 Pictures of you
That I wanna forget
4 Smokes, cause I'm all alone
3 Memories where I done you wrong
And I

a drink", jokes Major Tom
The count goes on
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
Drifting falling
Floating weightless
Calling calling home
Second stage is cut, we're now

alone
If your bih hit me up, I know she home alone
I be getting so much fucking cheese like it's Provolone
Hey, I just made a play like Brady, I'm a real

There's five lanes, five bad brothers
Gonna migrate on your highway
Runners of gaming, at nine AM to the pavement
I'm on the new town by noon
The road is

Through the rain and through the snow, it's no place that we can't go
We'll go wherever
While I'm here and you at home, still no place that is

In the night there I was lost and left defenseless
Tangled up in fear and held by past offenses
I was a runner going nowhere on my own
Just

It's 7PM, now you don't wanna see them
You rather be at home by yourself (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every weekend, we sayin' we gon' go out, we stay

Hey
Anybody here welcome to stay
All the girls invited came to play
But it's late so
When is everybody going home?
I just wanna to be alone
Close

going home alone
I'm sharp and I'm flash, showing chest hairs showing cash
But it seems that I'm a chick free zone
Now every girl I talk to, it's four oh

Gave you my all and I got nothing to show
I be feeling lonely laying at home
I don't ever get no hello's to my phone
To my phone
I don't wanna be alone