Lyrics:
me, can you fuck me like the honeymoon?
Not saying it's coming soon, but I want the real show
Get me the treatment that you getting all the heels for
up with you by my side
There's something about
The way that you left
It feels kinda permanent
And don't lead me on tonight
If you're not coming home
wild, make these days worth gold.
I'm on my way home, one ticket to fly
Ma I'm coming home, yea I'm coming home
I'm on my way home, but I'm not in
not comin' home with no fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Before I let these crackers throw me in shit
Bounce if you
I heard from a friend of a friend
That you been staying home a lot lately
Just thought you should know you're not alone
I've been driving myself
I spent my first two years gettin' high
By smokin' dollar joints rolled outta 1.5's
That was 'round '84, '85
Smoke all week for the dimes
Now
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
now
Not too much not too little
Just you whittle away
You can't be a prophet in your own home town
So get up and move around
There's a coming day
This greedy motherfucker couldn't put
The blow away bitches blowing kisses and
Rappers throwing disses
Hoping to land their ass on all top 5 listes
I
the universe when you don't know yourself
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home
I've been slaughtered martyred
After-hour store mass of niggas
Street corner combos, staggering winos
Tahoes coming through, blasting songs I know
Niggas scheme, girls pregnant by sixteen
home
Wishing time would spin real slow
Yeah nothing's the same without you oh no
Chorus
Bridge I'm not a guy with nothing to do
But there's nothing
who you are
Get that
M-O-N-E-Y
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N
Coming straight from the black lungs
I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
bike
your mama needs some quiet time
to figure out how to say it just right
your dad's not coming home tonight
whoa
Hey little young one
settle down now
tends to fly
I'm on my southern rhyme twang, baby, come and roll with me
Backwoods as it gets and not the shit that you see on T.V
I'm talking Chevy
to bathe soon
Kicked with it my mama
Found a hobby in the weight room
Looking at the time on my phone
It's getting late
Cool
But it's only 5 AM
My mama
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
And even the gringos
Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the forth-coming live future shock
It's five dimensions, six
Me too
Five o' clock is going to come awfully early
Five o' clock?
Yeah, we don't get started by then we won't get home tomorrow night until after
try not to cry
Honey it's been days since I've last seen you
Honey tell me when you coming home
Baby I miss you
Tell me baby when you coming home
Tell me when you're coming home
Everything's alright when
You're right by my side yeah
Waiting for you to call
Cos I need your love so
I can't get
Screw the chorus
I don't need it
I had this demo chick
She was singin' on my track
Never got to work 'cause I be checkin' out her back
That, tap
Never gon show and never gon trust
Not gonna lack when in front you
Weakness is something I don't want show to you
Look in the mirror and seeing my
better by myself
I just hate being alone
Is ya gone answer when I call
Or ya ain't coming home
It just hard to explain
But I wanna be alone
I know it drive
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