Lyrics:
feelings been so damaged
Can't pretend to be romantic
A reckless street nigga thats her fantasy
Going against the wishes of her family
Finding comfort in my
been driven far too much
This won't take long you said I'm not going far
Go wait in the car
Go wait in the car
You had nine lives and one by one
going up, I'm gonna have to quit
We all blue and we all red, and we support the boys that fall
With a bible on the table and a flag on the wall
Out
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
Compare me
company
But he ended up going straight with the company
So, like I'm just straight holdin' the phone
Gettin' the bad news that dude was tryna leave my
niggas I'm with Blast or by my lonely
Loyalty dying slow you gotta watch out for your homies
If any nigga play, a dead man is what he gon' be
Is it
on the shores of Heaven
You and I and our families
Singing and dancing and laughing
There's truly no place like home
Yeah
Jesus, You're so beautiful
See Him
keep rolling by and a blind man asks for change
And here I stand a soldier in the rain.
Coming home was all I thought of ... seeing my family
Gotham is
Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
You better believe
I know how to turn a profit with ease
Die a critical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
and dancing and laughing
There's truly no place like home, yeah
Jesus, You're so beautiful (Oh, oh, oh)
See Him face to face (Oh, oh, oh)
Can we sing that
three men?
So we began, closest family, such insanity
A happy home from one act of inhumanity
Plus mama said the seed was corrupt
Used to rub her
The family tree was chainsawed Wednesday week
So now I have to mingle with the meek
Hey mister, you have finally met your match
Now everybody
a voice comes ringing through
And I think o mama Lord I must be crazy mama
Not to be home with you
I'm going home I'm going home
I'm going home
by the gate moms
Lookin' straight with her house she got great loungin' in her new home
That's about to state I'll be your call mail motel you can
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
the Samaritans hung up.
Oh Luke, he had to go to France, his wife said, "I suppose you'll fly."
He said, "With luck like mine the plane'll crash and I'm too
done
I'm going to pull down my pants and
Give the Government my ass to kiss!
'Cause I'm a Philanthropist that's pissed
And i'm getting tired of this
thought we were going home
And when I opened up my eyes
I was gonna look at Jesus' face
But here we are together
In this dreadful place
But I will praise
going home to the toasty fire
Giving gifts so fortunate
I just like to smile, smiling's my favorite
I love this season
I love to give gifts to my family
get 10 more
But just like a g I remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks I'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
bald-faced, fake, conman nonsense
That you used to get by with
Down there on Earth"
And I'll say
"Come on
Surely you and God of all people oughta know
later
I'm working on something that's greater
That's my legacy
Uh, I'm gon' be remembered by generations to come
Damn, you dumb
You won't be
mask
Give a dog a bone send him on he bound to come home with some cash
Get you shit stack your chips
Tuck your heat watch that bitch
She might be
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