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hidden stones 
No I can't do this on my own
Cause I need you to bring me home! 

All night burns the most of all the worst and best have got a lot to live

to Heaven to cleanse us all and He welcomes you back Home
There's hope for the non-believer, and people who can't decide
But God said: Live your life by

An Eden full of grace
A warm and peaceful home
Angels guarding this forged heaven

Covered in blood
Swallowed by swarms of flesh

Gathered around

Lemme start off by just saying was good ladies & gentlemen
And welcome side the mind of a lyricist, thanks for dropping in
I hope you all enjoy

or lying awake in the evening sun
waiting to welcome me home
to live the way we used to do
i miss those days of youth
long before hours of truth
days became

Welcome back to this chaos, it never ends
Where the blind praise the deaf for their every sin
Have you found the path to your righteousness, or do

No chain can ever hold me
I'll break the mold
I'll break the code
Welcome to the terror dome, they want terror in your dome
Your air and home, your

grandson is in such a state
Or would you welcome me home like the Prodigal Son
I need to see you 'fore our time is done
I wish you were here

reminds me of the home I'm no longer welcome in
I can't move on just yet
I won't see the sun set
Till you're calling me you're darlin again
Till you're

the hardest game to always lose

I am my own saw
I'm chasing my tail off
I live on a see-saw
I am what I've become
You dream of life before you
Enraptured by

you sipping in your cup

Recline in your seats 

if you heading home after work

Listening to chapo’s verses

Dropping gems after gems 

switching

to live with (Had to let it go)
Felt like you was the one I could've had kids with, baby (Oh, fasho)
Cold hearted, felt like Leonardo to our friendship
In

into the sky
With fire like rain, my body to the flames 
The golden hall welcomes me home

From the Land of the North
From the Land of the North
I

me, Molag be healing me,
I'll offer myself up to him willingly

I've mastered necromancy, Mannimarco wishes he could be me, Molag welcomes me home!

Its getting chilly
Yaheeen
Come on, come on
Let's Get It
Welcome to the East Coast
Boston to be exact yaheeen
Bundle Up
I got the city in my rear

Welcome to hell
I warned you remember?
This is your new turf
Your hellhole I call it "home"
You fuck up my life
Now it's payback time

I wanna see

welcome, a bond ever strong,
In the city of the Prophet, where we all belong.

Madina, oh Madina, city of the Prophet,
In your embrace, our spirits find

Welcome
20th and Jackson
That empty building right across from Franz is
Where the last place I ever called home was
Four years, we watched a whole

blocks the way
Welcome to the shade, mold into the shape
When it's quiet and late
I can hear your name but it's not in vein
Hope you're feeling great
Yeah

All I wanna do is go to work and then come home
Don't wanna deal with anybody's shit oh no
Just let me get by get high do more
Than most mother fuckers

Welcome to the red shop
A3D
Do it like I can
Like I can like I can
Let's do it like I can
Like I can like I can
Let's do it like I can
Like I can

score in my back yard
My daddy fat and he poor it ain't that hard
My dad republican but he live on unemployment
Farming don't bring no enjoyment
Kid's

would wave like a desperate windmill
Hoping, hoping to welcome them home
Now we shall touch them close to our hearts
And what we are
And what we may be

The Paybacks

Ray Cash

Cash on Delivery

2006

whack
Nah...not me
Yeah, keep it Cleveland right here man..holla at me..

[Ray Cash]
To all the killas and the hundred dollar billas
Like to welcome