Lyrics:
I knew
There's a better way to go about this
A better way to leave it all
Call back home
Remember what you left
Call Back home
'Cause this
We can't even sit and talk, without you arguing
You're the one who started it
I got a girl at home but she don't cook
I have my condoms in
from way back in the day, coming up out the ghetto was a hell of a struggle
From selling the fiends llello
But it was my dream to kick flows and put my
From a distant land,
My forefathers were slaves
This country is not my home,
My solar being echoes
Hoping to return
My roots finding their way
you wanna keep me hoping
That you're coming back home
So now I'm stuck up in my old ways
The memories of blonde hair perfect sunny days
Man they long
Nah judge not, man a grudge to bloodclat
Mi no watch dat mi back out the back, back, back
To the front line, want mine? Nope!
I'm classic like an old
Know what I'm sayin'?
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Studio (way?) , know what I'm sayin'? I got the bros in this motherfucker with me
Know what I'm
, and my folks got old
It broke my heart when they told me it was sold
The cabin's gone, it's a long time gone
Memories, calling me back home
But how can it
mud off my shoe,
I'll be there, on Christmas eve, by a tree,
Driving home, I believe,
I'll be home with you on Christmas eve,
A year of rain fell
old
And now got my wrist and my neck
All in that muhfuckin gold
Yeah yeah yeah
You know that we gonna keep us a heater
I'm on my way to the top
These
Message to my old me
I miss you
Eyes getting watery
Need some tissue
I can't go back
I know to much
I been through stuff
Way too much
Message to my
like it like that what a beautiful tragedy
(I) still think about the old days
PCH driving laughing like the whole way home
Baby, (You) got my heart
special. I'll waste away in corner of my room writing songs about how I'm 24 and I don't have a plan yet.
I think there's got to be a better way than this,
got so dizzy fell back into my bed
I went over to the way side
Looking for the high tide
What will I find will I find will I find
All I saw was
with any flow a million or more my shit
Popping out the store
If I hit her one time bet
She call me back for more
I'm trying to make a million off
Touch back down to the surface now
It's way too hard to get it right
Come back now to this paper town
And pray that we'll be alright
I'm feeling way
And I'm still flexed out
Know they hating now
Know they hating now
Don't wanna have to turn back to my old ways
I don't wanna have to do the wrong thing
the back of vantage point my OG made me a no face
Gotta try before you ride i tried to tell him there's no way
But that's not the way it happened hit
quite
Bob and Mae come up from
Some little town way down by
Lake Texoma, where he coaches football
They were two-A champions for two years running
slanging
Both my convictions and one old detainer
Look at they faces when I'm in the matrix
I'm stacking my paper it seem like you hatin'
They think I'm
wanna get my ass kicked
So I walk in this mindless state, and this dope make me feel this way
I tell ya
Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck
When will you
Back and i
Believed all
The words he
Said so, i
Left my home
And now i
Can't come back
The roof's getting
Old and the
Trees stole my
Soul yet, i
Still
It's Monday, and I'm Rolling like a stone
Looking all around to find my home
Going off to places of the wild boys
In memories written by broken homes
home chips like my last name James
I been about my business but I never play soft
I been about my work but I never take off
I'm an ex to an ex cause I
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