Lyrics:
write
If I start it tonight
I'll have an album by light
I'm counting on slowing down
Won't give up the fight
They say I spit it too white
When I do what I
The Valley-Reggae Version-Island cover version. Checkout the original version with killer vocal by Laura Winn!
I’ve been goin’ through the valley,
and you leave to go home. But the empty can of soda is still on the beach. Later that evening, a big summer cloud blows fierce winds and carries the can
(chorus)
cll the haters get mad(fuck you)
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need
When you feel the hurting mounts
It's not the things you're running away from
But what draws you home that counts (Oh yeah)
right by you is a corrupting thing
'Cause I was surrounded by bliss
But the rage between my fingertips
Took me too far from where I stood
With warm dirt
niggas looking down
Used to put it in rotation, now we blow it by the pound
#FarFromHome
See my shit is trending now
Got it on my own, ain't no need
they take her home
But she always wakes up alone
Men that want to marry her
Never satisfied
In rythms that she hears
All that keeps her high
So
Since I was a little kid,
I tried to get out of my head
Trapped on a playground ,
I'd stare up at the sky
I didn't even know why
But daily life took
like Guan Yu
A man sat at home and made an album
Come back now
I take first class
You're running underground
No way at all
You're making me laugh
Total
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Mhmmm
Yeahhhhh
On the road dis da lifestyle dat I live
Doing shows dis da lifestyle dat I live
Ain't coming home dis da lifestyle dat I live
Now
seeing, but no touching
You can saying, you can fucking
I can’t crying, I can’t nothing
You can’t thinking, Иди на фиг
You’ll be happy, you will laughing
savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cup of tea
But all that's irrelevant it's like tryin' to turn a whore celibate
I
sorry if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of ignorance
the place is an experience
before the reasons why
for the sake of sounding fly
to reality
Left her ring on the dresser, adios motherfucker
I'm travelin' home from the road, I hear she fuckin' with Usher
Now Usher don't even know me but I
Im Mikey B don't mess with me
Crazy Motherfucker from the NPT
This is my solo LP
So I got to do a rap about my home city
It might sound crazy my
whole life flashing
Ray whipping a McLaren right behind me, nigga, spun right past him
Thank God I'm alive
Thank God but I probably spent a bank job
twats they have been lead astray
But take a look a bit closer to home
Most of our population have turned into drones
Believing what theyre told by the TV
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
home and puff a fat bag of sess 'til I'm gone
You got this nigga frontin' like he the main event
When his album ain't even last long, it came and went
With twenty dollars in the pocket of some old jeans
Came across a few salesmen that sold dreams
But we wasn't gon quit uh uh by no means
We started
too saying goodbye
I remember her bouncing curls
Anxious but full of joy
Taking the bus all by herself
First day of junior high
Bye, bye my little
end up in dust
You gon' end up in smoke
Choke, don't get too close
We don't abide by the laws
We hellhounds bitch we takin' your souls
She got high
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