Lyrics:
She took me into
her lovely home
Called Nicaragua on the phone
read Art of Loving by Erich Fromme
She made enchiladas for me man
I won't take
No survivors in this game of hate, we all get changed in a certain way.
Our ideals changed by mortar, there isn't a person who doesn't pay.
No
a million
I'm running less ugabela zone
Mina nalezi ezami sinespilion
It's all because when you left I was way too young
Yho I was fathered by them streets
These niggas playin' with the game
Hundred round clips, don't be playin' with my name
What we on though? Just put fifteen shots in his torso
Don't
""I know a thousand ways to kill a weak man's heart - and I know a thousand more to tear your life apart - I'll take your child your home
Apartment 37D on a Thursday
Just stoppin' by for a second, showin' my face
Got no intention of staying too long, just gonna
Say hey and head
these memories alive inside my heart
Blossoming vividly, one by one
After the rain, the roads are muddy
And there're puddles everywhere
And we
say
You're not the only one who feels this way
Does my heart belong somewhere else,
To someone greater that myself
Tender and delicate,
There is no
Complacent on a shelf
And you held it against me when I said everything about how fucked up this really is
Home by 8, but you wouldn’t notice ‘cause no ones
promise that
I’ll find my way back home even though we’re worlds apart please know it breaks my heart you know it breaks my heart
dated birthday cards
alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought
Were my friends i found myself further and
Further from my home
And I guess I lost my way
There were, oh, so many
these empty homes
That are ruled by my own flaws
But you can't be an old fire
If you are burning with a new flame
So remember that
You are never
You raised heaven and I raised hell
Cheers to doing it by yourself
We never had a place to call our own
But you made every house a home
You had
throat
Aye
I just want to smoke my dope
Aye
Tell that Bich leave me lone
All alone on my throne
Nine millimeter pointed at your dome
I kill for my
I'ma keep it uncut
There's a lot of man I wanna punch up and gyal I wanna unfuck
Home-cooked meals from my Asda (just tell me what you want)
hard
When I'm torn in between you and me and my dreams
Never stop loving you
Never stop loving you
Mostly I, and I know
That I'm in this by
on
If I had it my way, this ol' highway
Would've fixed me up somehow
Would've led me home by now
I've been from Savannah to Long Beach
Tryna keep
I wanna be a rolling stone
Rolling 'til the land don't touch the sky
Taken on my way by the wind that blows
Sailing to the sun for a thousand miles
one deserves my world
Quite like you do.
And it's true,
I hate everything but you.
So tonight, I'll follow you home,
Start up a fire that'll keep us
WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN
I left my home
Down the devils road
For the love of a good time
I let my heart grow cold
But I found out
That's not enough
to the sky, oh my
You give me your kaleidoscope in monochrome
So unlike the way you color me at home
Some days it's so vivid
But mostly I would rather be
Woke up with the phone next to my head
By the time I get around to gettin out of bed
She'll be half way through her daily routine
Shoes, shirt,
felt so safe inside the sight of the sun.
I really think I'm home now, I really think that.
I heard what was a song inside the earth.
I put my
past
And I found myself alone
Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends
I found myself further and further from my home
And I guess I lost my
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