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business with bums 
Call me happy and dumb
You’re on the verge of probably having a son 
Forget the riches, all the fame you’re chasing after will rust 
Even

Before mum relapsed about a thousand times
Before she was diagnosed by a man in a white coat
Before the scars were how we're now defined
I've been

broken lovers
Home isn't where I'm with you anymore
Anymore
Anymore

If I opened up my mouth, you'd be going out of town
Being chased by all your mistakes

no history's no future, despair in their face/
The ones who get beat up by police and toy cops/
like my boys got victims of boycotts/
you claim they're

the right amount
Don't hit my line if you still coppin' by the ounce
You claim you ball, well swing that check kid I'm tryna bounce
Big faces, I'm talking big

feelings
I don't talk, I go and shut down
Since I lost bro, shit ain't the same
Don't give a fuck now
20 missed calls
Wonderin' why they ain't patient
Got me

this many headstones
Gotta block the hate
That's why I always got
Some headphones
It ain't money talk
Shit imma just head home
I been missing calls
Like

(x2), that fish is not a tomb



Chorus 1:

He calls me out (x2), He makes beauty

Out of ashes ooh {x2}

The stone, the stone that was rejected by

of washboard road
Barnyard Boulevard
A little stretch of gravel that I call home
One of these days I'll be going back
and build me a big old country shack

home, where I'm from, black
Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face
And ask my posse, they say, "We call him Scarface"

Hey Conjo, mayn,

used to changing spaces
I never knew where I could call home
I really wished that I could call though
But you will never know this lost soul
But you

cleared and I saw a place I could call home
Where my fears could not go I'm lightyears beyond

So I'm sitting outside, speaking my mind
Speaking my mind

Here I Am

Nelly

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

face
Next semester, she transfer to Florida State
Cookin' like Home EC for financial aid
I held her down, she had problems with financial aid

to call home where freaks bone 
To each his own, chrome zones, be cloned like chromosomes 
So the chrome, the golden toned champ whip rollin' bones

hot by the second you with me exclusively this how I radiate yea
However I die I just hope that I'm ready unconsciously I'm standing face to face yea

you're  not  going  to  stand)  
(Oh  no  you'll  never  stand  alone)  Alone!  

©2001  John  P.  Redmon  Music  (ASCAP)adm.  by  Reaching  Records

heels for my God, for Jesus Christ
Misunderstood by so many but I'm all right (I Am)
Stay up all night writing till I'm all right (all right)
God's Good

You're being destroyed, boy
Like you destroyed the fate of Europe
By exploiting all the errors made
By philosophers before ya
John couldn't Locke an object

go home todayyyyy

Here goes a new day
Go home to-day
Now, now

Wait...

Yuhh

Ima contradiction
Yeah I lie to myself

Throw it all away
Be by my-self

wanna get murked by the boy
My shit is military
Y'all's is like a nursery toy
It's hurtin' you boys (BLRATT)
My team ain't even hungry, we famished
I

won't take long
Can't show em no love I'm not faizon
I'm John Travolta get my face on

Peace see you on the other side
I'm always on the dark but you made a way you made a light
I'm John

I'm not okay don't be fooled by the smile on my face

I'm a real blockbuster
Ask me from my hood, I'm a real street sweeper
We don't pull up at your house and face reality
We don't do the drive by, all we

brain splash pon eh wall paste
Inna bwoy face, dem know me a real killa inna me place
Shot by drums an rifle fi days
Shoot up yuh nine night tell a bwoy