Lyrics:
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
some in store
When I get to throwin' it on you
You got to come back for more
Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drug
And the old hearts, they race their way though the night
The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio
That's
fields at home.
I dreamed about my mother,
Dear old Papa, Sister and brother,
I dreamed about that girl
Who's been waiting for so long.
I want to go
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we
And I dreamed about the girl who's been waitin' for so long
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big
playing.
And people are real people, not just playing.
It's a quiet, quiet life,
By a dirty old shack,
That we called our home.
I want to be back there,
night stands
And I've got some time but no peace of mind till I'm back on the road again
If my old guitar had learned to talk it'll tell about the things
And I dreamed about the girl who's been waitin' for so long
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big
When the guy's back was turned she stole these little red shoes
And I remember on the big'old bridge that went across the river
It went way up high
can find me
In the back of a jacked up tailgate
Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things
Get down in that Georgia clay
And I'll find peace
And I dreamed about the girl who's been waitin' for so long
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in
this
Old thing back
Old thing back
Left him for her ex
She want that old thing back
The money is cool
But there's something he lack
What she telling him
want to
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south but that ain't a Kodiac
Moment, on went myself and big boi
Well you knew him as Twan
I was a-gonna go down to that little old shack
And just find out if all them things I'd heard was true
There was a big black dog laying out in
Lyin' alone in this big old bed
I got you on my mind
I said when you left
I could make it by myself
But it gets harder all the time
And I can't take
some in store
When I get to throwin' it on you
You got to come back for more
Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but drug
you with me where you at? Ya peep that?
I'm on a mission to rejuvenate the funk
Bring the game back and give the do-or-diers what they want
When you
big brass bed
I guess I'll be my own singer, neighbours turn cherry red
(Play that thing boy. Aw, play that thing for me and miss Mary, 'Cause it's
And I dreamed about the girl who's been waitin' for so long
I want to go home
I want to go home
Oh, how I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big
big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
But by day, I make the cars,
And by night I make the bars,
If only they
big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine
But by day, I make the cars
and by night I make the bars
If only they could
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You
want to see the world before I die
And I know that there's a peace I'll never find
'Cause those big old wheels keep rolling through my mind
And I
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