Lyrics:
sketching our pavements,
Remembering our chase games at the place where,
I offended teen preggers, called them sluts and ran home for cakes
And I’m still
steady like in the beginning
And after we retire we'll travel until we're tired all year long
For the holidays we'll meet back at the house we made a home
home and act dumb
pussy nigga
Pussy nigga, listen nigga I see shit
Even when you ain't in sight
I just hold it in like its pitching time
I've been
go with your big-ass house
Get a big-ass fence, keep people out
It's all stolen, anyway, can't you see that now?
There's no way for you to even that
I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London!
I feel home again
I
verse
Converse with the worst til one
Of our gun burst callin Archurelli
Tell him niggas in one hearse
'Cus Compton ain't like the city of commerce
No
and lasses are making of hay;
There should I see what is pleasant to me,
A mischief light on them entic'd me away!
I like not the court, nor the city
all the way
We go dey, where money dey, nah there i dey I no come here to play, omo show me the way
Omo toh mo way, press your phone, oh, need ka wehh
Lyrics by Brian John Goodier & Daniel Andrews:
Oh God The Eternal Father you saved me
I’m eternally grateful for this and the way you made me
Oh God
Where there's no place to lay your head
Lord, Lord no
No place to lay your head
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead
For there's no place to lay my
Oh, when we messed up our homeland
And set sail for the sky
We're coming down to the ground
There's no better place to go
We've got snow upon
a fuck
Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent, just give me the bottle
Stop thinkin' about it, 'til I'm on the floor
Switchin' lanes, caught in
should be
Maybe I should get away
Take myself a holiday
No more calls begging my time
No more walls for me to climb
I can't wait to feel
wrap me up, place me under the tree
Tell me if there is no room for me
And wrap me up for a different holiday
How do I sing along to the same four
The same guy
There's no time for this
I don't know if you know
How insane my nights
Could really be
I feel like
Riding a bike tonight, so
I can say
Removed the fist, like I'm revealing a nine
Tried to show a front of strength
An army on the front lines
Backed by faith, no doubt that winning is my fate
there's cracks on the glass of my picture frame
Have I changed, do I still remember my name?
Or is it clouded?
Like my vision from the start of this
Am I
of volunteer rescuers after he was uh, rescued from his own home
One of the many reasons he has been honored, uh, by his home town for a decade now
There's
naughty
But I just want you to stand by me
And I just want to go all the way
'Cause when I'm with you it's a holiday
There's no other place I'd rather
a home
Without without the misses
All the girls that I named are queens
No disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear
Reappear like I dream of Jeannie
home, I know for a fact
Because we cased the place last week
Got no mask on and wouldn't wear it if I had one
I break in, knowing if I see him, Imma
It is like, what it has always been
There are no worries for the big bosses
As long as stocks show no big losses
So, what are you shouting for?
Hit
threw
And getting buzzed from the pints
That you started at two
Cos that's what holidays are about
Letting loose
Drinking goose like there's some kind
other man
All i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there
hook
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
(x4)
My four
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