Lyrics:
seeing stars
Fuck them with this thing of ours
Like coastal nostril
Cause the shit I'm spitting is golden boy
Like I'm Oscar de la Hoya
Roaming with
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
out the bayou
Rip a page out the Bible, come and crucify me
I'm a long way from home and this ain't Yellowstone
I trade a white bitch for catfish
your dance, do your dance (we got a brand new dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance (let's go now)
They say that's what you make it
And the of God to stand up, to stand up
Heard the sound of the trumpets, the voice from the throne
Seen the twenty-four elders and I knew I was home
I was
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
no more cause boy I'm comin' through
Why do I feel like this
I wanna take you home with me
Can't even leave you with a kiss
Now my heart skipped a beat
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
Oscar Grant he was tryna make it home
Murdered Trayvon he was tryna make it home
Murdered Sandra Bland she was tryna make it home
Even murdered Breonna
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
so true
Imma put on Gucci with them brand new shoes
Hop out that wraith side by side by you
No Benny Hanna's but we eating at Nobu
Someone said he
lifted off of me
I'm a brand new kinda of man
I keep looking at these wedding rings
Now I hope you'll understand
I'm talkin 'bout a home
Talkin about me
phone Voc come home Voc come home hey now Voc come home
I'm like momma ain't doing nothin wrong you page me 5 times call me on my cell phone Voc come
the dreams, don't quit, boy
When oppositions penetrate, run a blitz, boy
Get clapped at home, the minute you walk out your door
Brownstones and skyscrapers,
Brand new everything nigga
Brand new bitch (Bitch)
Brand new whip (Whip)
Brand new clique (Clique)
I got a brand new stick (Fah)
Nigga keep playin
Skrt, skrt, skrt
Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas impostors
Rapping and acting, go get you a Oscar
My youngins they pull up on side
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
to this
Puna boy anthem
Aloha Mai Kākou
Shot out to the homeboy Bo
And everyone putting on for they're home
From the P-U-N-A to the H-I-L-O
I was born
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
Home boy, I tap dance on the clouds
Who, who, who is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
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