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Now Don Dapper call me John Gotti
If ain't get paid coming to party
Rather be home getting high linking baddies
Than to be hanging with you niggas Solid

the first bomb second
Bomb third bomb hit
Her father gone mama gone brother gone sit's
In the rubble of her home dolls in her hand
Drone flew away alone with

By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they

By all your saints still striving
For all your saints at rest
Your holy name, O Jesus
Forevermore be blessed!
For you arose victorious
That they

spin me right round
Where is home?
When you are alone?
I don't want to be here til sunrise
Put me in the back seat where I'll think more than twice
You

in a minute
Girl you lookin’ excited now we home alone tell me why the lights on
Turn em off time to get your sweatin on
Judging by your thighs I can

home
With my Glock, I'm not alone
You not legit, not fuckin' witchu
It's just us, get out the picture
Do it, bet that choppa stick em'
Screw it,

wit the gang but he can't fit
Sippin' on this drink mixin' Henny with yo bitch
I gotta make it home I can't fool around with them pigs
Money on my mind

And the lake of your emotions
Will bring back the last piece
All you will see, is the truth

Pretty place, children's home
A fat witch told: Run from John

Taylor Swift and Post Malone (fortnight)
Even by myself, got myself, I'm not alone (uh)
Yeah Y'all niggas sorry, scary, steady blowing up my phone
"No

the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way and live from New York
I'm catching wreck on a Saturday

Live from

She said "This the last time, leave me alone"
Okay, I'm like too high, take me home
I let my little bitch ride
She on the dick like a bike
All of my

you ain't never heard of hell, my angers like a quick visit
I mean
So many people tell a story that seem so fabricated
By the time I tell mine it looks

from when I was fetal
The Sword my weapon and it's lethal
First John five: nine
Help see through, all the evil
What you choose to believe, dictates

nothing love its one way this not it
Sorrows I'ma tell her if you home
Alone and need me make my phone flicker
You can have the ipa, girl I brought my own

keep on using it 
Damn I'm losing it 
Throughout the abuse
I'm used
Just for an amusement 

Can i call a fosterhome a home 
cmazed by this pyramid maze

boring
All the signs I ignored it
Got a fast car it's a foreign
And a bad broad
Heartwarming
Yeah I gotta house
But that shit ain home
Rather face it alone

walk tall I hunch over
I talk to walls I bring blunts over
Smoke them until they vanish
Drive a ball a mile but I'm not John Daly
My jaw hang low got no

Melancholy Cafe

Drew Womack

Drew Womack

2004

here to dine alone
But some of them sometimes, they come in
And they make themselves at home

Ruth comes by every Tuesday at eight
She has her

out of all
Girl, what happens if I grew, and I move on
You'd be salty, if I blew up by tomorrow
(Yeah)
I'd hate to say, but I'm no microphone
I'm always

Your hands, they're always so warm
Maybe in the future I can call them my home
Stop by, come and say "hey"
Get a little closer, I have something

mail
And get in fights with my father over stupid shit like weed
Even though my family drinks mead
After I walk home alone I study Crosstalk on RT
This

can't you see I'm all alone
Uh, get God on the phone, he need to call us home
Uh, forgive me when I'm lost because I know I wrong
Uh, can't protect my

If she flex she know me she not gonna stay
Countin' the cake, cause I just got paid
Love it at home, might move to LA
Outer space, smokin' that pack