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[VERSE 1: DWIN, THE STOIC]
Take a glance at me
And I’m sure you’ll see
That I’d rather be here by myself
I have walked these roads
And I’m sure you

Riding 4 deep
Playing Blunts
Ping pong
Tank on E
Nigga sitting on Chrome
Glock on my knee
I consider this home
Any where I be
Them thangs gone get

Well I know we're coming home
We've been gone for far too long
But if we try and fight with all our might
We will never look back

All those tears

When by your side was where I called my home
(The place where I belong)
A loaded gun
We played with fire and we felt the sun
Through the halls
Felt that

consumed by my own thoughts n emotions
Killin my confidence losin my consciousness
I'm actin out and things are headin south
I'm feelin like an outcast

'Take me home' she whispered
As she gently clutched his hands
They all look on in disbelief
An atheistic tendency
Where on earth's the spotlight

you are
The point of my synapse
Is to build at those wants
The world's a palace
Time to live it all up
Quit holding back
Take it all on
Grab the bull by

dead
Got you stuck in my head
Repeat the bullshit
Got a number on my mind and I'll call it now
Say it louder to my face show me that you're proud
Hide

There's an ache in my side
Got a bullet to hide
Taking luck to the road
Trying to make it my home

Looking fast for a break
There's a give and a take

UNFILLED VEINS SEIZED ME HOME
FAR AWAY
FROM MYSELF

MY OWN HELL FIRE
COLD AND GREY
BEARS NO TIME
FOR MY BLOOD TO DRAIN

DEVIL'S BY MY SIDE
CALLS MY NAME

the stars

Holding you closer by my side
Wherever you want to take me all the time
Between the blue and dark
We will keep it alive
Oh oh we're calling home

the days
And your heart has begun to leak
 
Look into my eyes as death closes in
Tell me your regrets and fears
Sit back and relax as the night takes control

even wanna come here in the first place
But I tagged along, planning to leave after I show my face
Now I don't know where I am or how I'm gonna get home

guitar flashy, like my old country greats
And im about tru lovin, i aint about that hate
I get by with with I got and I aint askin around
Shoes glued

of evidence that can connect me to the crime.
I hear voices in my head because I'm out my fucking mind
Crush ya windpipe as I lay my boot across your fucking

na na na, nah, nah

So many years since I left that mill
We're growing old and Katie's with me still
The pie cart's gone and the kids left home
But

You can't expect me to stay quiet when my name is addressed
Of course, I get, yeah you gotta stay poppin
You can say my name and the whole industry's

Wake up
Bread to brake up
Get my cake up
So I don't have to I have a neighbor
By the name of Jacob
Who wants to call the police.
Every time something

Don't open your eyes
Picture me with a big fat smile
I'm dreaming of purple mountains' majesty
Oh home on the range
Where the gas is a buck-o-five

telephone
But her number's six feet under
Wasting crumpled in the pocket of your suit
I make a living just to make it home by five
I keep on living but my

take you home

La da da da...

I be headed to the top
Fuck it what they say
We gon make a movie act it out like its a play
Smoking on this weed cause it help me with my ways

it was
Miles above the present

Sometimes I find myself on 
Trains of thought that take me back to 
Memories I long for

I put them on the shelf but

Kill the damned, Bring forth the end to suffer this
This is what you've become, This is your home and you will conjour
Now why has my life come