Lyrics:
I'm coming home, I'm coming home to your house.
Boy there's so many things to give.
I've been aware of your charms for so long
And there's nothing
everybody's going crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talking I'm scaring ya
I'm daring ya to raise hell
everybody's goin crazy for a quarter
You're tuned in to the number one crew in the area
The way I'm talkin I'm scarin ya
I'm darin ya to raise hell
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
at home
And the baby she's makin'
I tell you it's frightenin'
How she trusts me so
And all of the sad times the bitter taste
Left by the struggle
still around, dog, and that ain't good
If you was smart you'd be shook of me
'Cause I'd get tired of lookin' for ya, spray ya mama crib
And let yo' ass
Talking 'bout me leaving America
You gotta be crazy, man, I like
All the nice thing, Jack
Colonial suits and things, look at here
Now I am sorry for
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
about you all the time hey
Please just love me back
So I beg for attention
Like the last jack
Was smoking on my break
For goodness sakes
I'm past that
If
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
she'd be back for sure
But that train don't stop here
anymore
She used to go out with the girls
Every now and then
She always came home early
We'd
all my niggas gon' slide for me
All my niggas gon', shh, for me
Nigga, go to Hell, you went fed' (ayy)
The white bitch do what I said (ayy)
You
where they be
Dockin' this boat
No hope I'm shackled
Plus gang tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his
(Soulo!), y'all can't fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you seein' 3
Still off of that P&P but I trade Patron for promethazine
Puff half
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone
Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
So as I
of suit's show
For the dough bro
And some white folk playing polo
Economy up and down, yo yo
Still make the peak
Couple of cash gigs stretch like elastic
10 a.m. it's west side bitch
She see the glasses, so obvious
Run from home, after tonight we up out of here
Don't go home 'cause they just ran me up
(Soulo!), y'all can't fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you seein' 3
Still off of that P&P but I trade Patron for promethazine
Puff half
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass? (Two,
tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
And she'll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won't tell her Ma when she goes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
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