Lyrics:
of a selfish kind of love
It's time that I realize
That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me, pretending that they're not
dreams
I've dug for gold it's true
And those kings granted loans
But I'm still empty-handed
Now I'm heading home
Long is the way
Long is the way
there's a wage we can live on, I'll work my whole life through
If it means I can get my family back into our home
Work hard, earn a living and pay off
Uh, check, uh, I kind of miss my student loan
Uh, I miss sitting in the student home
Sharing stories now I simmer, sipping sorta wrong
Walking
I got myself in trouble
When I bought myself a home
Cuz I thought myself a millionaire
But then I couldn't pay off the loan
So I moved down
no we don't do that shit no mo'
Askin' my pappy to pass me the bowl
My voice get raspy from rappin' a loan
Is it too much when I ask for a home
means that shes in peace, but uh to each is own
Treat her like meat and bones, kisses and reads her poems
Looking to clean her loans, why you clinging
to the crown
To act as tools of justice, follow edict handed down
You see these were not militia men, a-fighting for their homes
Nor fathers, sons nor
Uh, check, uh, I kind of miss my student loan
Uh, I miss sitting in the student home
Sharing stories now I simmer, sipping sorta wrong
Walking
ain't hungry
Four closed homes
Five missed payments on
Six loans
The dumbest people with the smartest phones
(The dumbest people with the smartest
have to hang on to your childhood
Open your eyes
Or stay as you are my friend
You have to hang on
Hang on
Hang on
My life is a Milbury's home
Every day I clock out
And head straight to her house
We cuddle up on the couch
But it always ends the same ole way
I'm drivin' home and it's
Every day I clock out
And head straight to her house
We cuddle up on the couch
But it always ends the same ole way
I'm drivin' home and it's
Every day I clock out
And head straight to her house
We cuddle up on the couch
But it always ends the same ole way
I'm drivin' home and it's
Every day I clock out
And head straight to her house
We cuddle up on the couch
But it always ends the same ole way
I'm drivin' home and it's
This a survival story
True ghetto story
This is my story
Real ghetto story
Hey
I remember those days when hell was my home
When me and mama
sho
It's real you know, but when you ask the nigga for a favor
And you hit his cell phone, or you call the nigga home
He capping the call, keep it
Every day I clock out
And head straight to her house
We cuddle up on the couch
But it always ends the same ole way
I'm drivin' home and it's
Where did my ride?
Oh am I left again?
No one to take me home.
Yea well I believe I been stranded.
So I guess I'll take a walk.
Guess I'll take
You shoulda known I alone, am not condoned!
So look down upon me clone, your life's on loan!
You shoulda known I have grown, grown into stone!
So you
through the letter box
“One day we gon' getcha!”
Acting like I ain't home
Till they're gone
Everybody I know's broke
I can't get a loan
I'm trying not
burned and release the mortal coil
Steger Boys are home, no more sharking of the loan
Yellow bus deliver us, sea unto the stone
time, you know, it rears
got a home
If they can fill the seats
And pay the loan
There went a donkey and an elephant
Telling everyone about what is to come
And when
Do it again....tomorrow
Gibbedy gab Gab on the telephone
You're never home- I get the answering machine's
Def-tone, so I recite a poem
But my bill's so
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