Lyrics:
Down Home XO
Gotta get a little lovin' in Frisco
Gotta really good spot that we all know
Gotta get a little somethin' for my soul, get a little... Down
your tithes, stay alive, can't be dodgin' my clique
Hundred check, I use your bitch for some bargainin' chips
In a hole, sell your home nigga don't sell
gonna keep 'em hid
When we get home they'll want to know
Everything we did
Walking with the kid
Walking with the kid
We're known around
Lies all mixed up with omissions
Aw welcome home again
It's too late for apologies they're falling at my feet
This is just the way of the world Joe said
Yeah, yeah
Oh it's a love thing
I been working all day long
And I'm ready to come on home to you, mm mm
All the other guys roll their eyes
motherfucker in the city
Who can handle me
New love
Wasn't true love
Back to you, love
So much for a home run
With some blue bloods
If I last-strawed
at home?"
So with the flowers in my hand, I walked toward her gate
Someone touched me on the arm and said, "You'll have to wait."
Then I noticed there
Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born.
For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life.
So stay at home, my dearest
real
I ain't perfect
You got angry
Yes you did, you said i wasn't home
But you're pretending
You know as well as i that i was alone
Baby, i heard
Congo I. (Natty Dread)
Oh, Natty, Natty,
Natty twenty one thousand miles away from home, yeah!
Oh, Natty, Natty,
And that's a long way
For Natty
weed, whiskey, and Willie
Turn the music up
I'm gonna lock all the doors
Turn off the lights and close every blind
There ain't nobody home
some more
(Oh yeah)
Or maybe I should just take you home
And make you feel for me, like a love Jones
(Yeah, I said)
What we gonna do when the 'L
another seven hundred miles that'll take me further from my home
Those little things you say
When words mean so much
You never back down
And they all
don't mind where you go
Please don't come around call this your home
'cause I don't mind where you go
As long as you're not here
I don't mind where you
Yeah, haha
I'm back off in this bitch
One more time, to drop this rhyme
'Bout where my roots at
Yeah, Westside is in the house
Frazier Homes is
bag suckers
[Chorus: x2]
I got my locs on cause my eyes are burgundy
And when I get home I don't want the third degree
The verdict be urgently
And when, when they come home from work
Ooh, sittin' down by the fire, oh
The radio does play
The classical music there, Jim
"The March of the Wooden
way,
I'd take you home.
Well its time to wake up,
And separate feelings,
That I keep falling into,
Each seem like good reasons,
That I feel I'm
closely and you'll see through my eyes
It could be different, you'll see how it could be,
If you can see
You may need help to find your way home
Those
and shiny car
Swimming pool and a fence around
But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town)
All the world was at her door
All
to shoot his uncle
Wishin' they never put his nana
In that nursin' home
Was used to rollin' spots
His brodie taught him how to work the phones
Never kept
He'll call me some day to my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share
Repeat Chorus.
The Way of the Cross Leads Home
Verse 1:
I must needs go
to say but it's OK
Good morning, good morning
Going to work don't want to go feeling low down
Heading for home you start to roam then you're in town
today I'll face the big fight but
I really had a ball last night
When I came home from work this mornin'
My baby was feelin' low
And he told me what
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