Lyrics:
it's driving me wild
All day long I'm hearing highlows slam out by the street
But when I run to my window it's another daydream
I got over my silly pride
it's time i make a move
something that seems to count
and i was in the mood
for a big night out
but i was home by ten
already tucked in bed
guess
long
This house is not a home
Starving for days on end
Your own life is play pretend
One day you might just end up dead
Your family held up by a thread
Meeting someone new is playing heads or tails
Driving on my way back home
Going back to being alone
Trying to understand why I
Why I can't get this feeling
don't see
I won't go home, don't sit around this isn't new
Just tell me what is left of you
I don't want to go, I'll stay alone, I don't need you
I don't
the
On our way to New York
Really feeling good by being here tonight
That's the crazy where is the mice
Let me rock everybody for a while
Bom bom popping
I couldn't move
'Cause you caught me by surprise
Tell me sweet little lies
I don't know what to do
Think that I'll just go home
Before you hear
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
know?)
You go and get that Mack diesel, right
hey, the man from Atlanta to way out in Cali (okay)
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
do we begin
To heal so many broken hearts?
How do we begin to face the anger?
How do we face the morning after
Without the faces that won't come home
of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck
Without a pot to piss in
Hockin', spitting up blood
Shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision
their foolish lie
SOLO
(Verse 2)
Fate decided by location
live or die a choice by nation
million miles away from home
Privileged with fucking
won't be long till we rest in a new land
And you can feel it, change
Gonna make it real
Help me feel, oh help me feel
Swept away by a flash of light
the
On our way to New York
Really feeling good by being here tonight
That's the crazy where is the mice
Let me rock everybody for a while
Bom bom popping
to hell
And this home of ours
Feels like a prison cell
Every night I wait
For you to come back home
What's a heart gonna do
When it get's broken by
you walk up in the room
By the time the party end
You gon need a hunnid brooms
By the time the party end
Everybody on the news
All my homies
home
You've a new brand blue magic cold wedding gown
Not much to say
Cry, baby, cry
But I can not go back to Shanghai
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
I gave up smoking when I was coughing up blood
And when I felt better again I took it straight back up
Making and breaking, new habits forming
Used coats, usurped thrones
FUBAR crews out New York homes
Students of a cruel world mutate room noise
Illustrate Man as a food shaped chew toy
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall
Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you knew it all
But maybe sometime if you feel the pain
You'll
home
I've been here ten hours I want to get stone
How come it's always me
To get fucked over by everybody
I brought in their crap
And I cleaned up
love is in New York and she's the only one for me
But when I got sent home at last, they jeered and spat at me
They called me a fascist, said I was
up
By the end of my last season
They said I was among the best
So I proudly called a girl back home
Hopin' she would be impressed
But her momma
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