Lyrics:
Man
It's time to let go
Time to end this road
And go home
Man
It's time to let go
Time to end this road
And go home
Man
It's time to let go
Time
boy go and get that bag
It's Ricky Bobby with it if you ain't first then you last
I am Oscar the grouch bitch I'm straight from the trash
I am dodging
She told me that I talk nonsense,
She said I never boost her confidence,
She came home wearing a brand new dress,
But I never gave her
of attraction, I'm in a hold
I'm here
I had to go
If this is my destination, do I give up on my home?
On my home
On my home
I was busy letting life go by. Every
the homies
Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey
I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues
Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four
Platinum on everythin',
Out with the boys
Out with the boys
Out with the boys
Ukikuja kwetu manzi yako anabonda
Anapiga simu na kulia hello what a gwan?
Analialia ring'
to handle you
See I got brothers and uncles and cousins
Homies yelling fuck 12 so they kill us by the dozen see
Thats what you get for being born black
Oscar
Transitioning to my inner, I'm hearing their voice
Tell me stay in focus, keep focusing, boy
Feeling like a Chilly Billy
The man everywhere I go, in any city
Tell me who you are
Who is this
I dont even know
Does the old you exist
What time are you on
All this outside like you dont got you a home
Please
see
Said take me home
Take me home
Said take me home
Said take me home
This Greyhound is delta bound mama,
Baby boy finally found,
Said this
home
Take me home
Said take me home
Said take me home
This Greyhound is delta bound mama,
Baby boy finally found,
Said this Greyhound is delta bound
Just wanna take a trip
Outtah state yeah
I been feeling outtah place
New faces
Brand new
My feels yeah
I been acting brand new uh
Dressed down my fit
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past.
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make
(ooh)
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy, hot boy
Feds hit the spot say I'm coppin' from informants (feds)
Hello, boys and girls, my name is Fat Lip
And this is my friend, Sammy the Salmon
Today we're gonna teach you some
Fun facts about salmon
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
Home
Home
Thats home
Oh thats home
Sweet home
Oh thats home
Richmond thats home
Theirs no where Like home
Home
Home
My home is never safe
Where im
slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say whattup to Ty-Ty,
I’ve been this man
Open up a page of my business plan
See how we gon’ build these brands
Sometimes I get a little lonely
Working at home
Sitting in this
a nigga
And it's the nigga they brand as some sort of cold-hearted killer
A nigga
I remember
I remember
I remember
Remember when I said it was all in your
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
At the end of the day
I'm on my way
Home on the highway
Thank God it's Friday
Max Normal in '95
You know the vibe
Push some overtime clock out
Then
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