Lyrics:
never go to
My old home I'll never see
For I must ride now across these flat lands
Fleeing the man o who'd murder me
By the dawn's early light
Oh
shocks, tough being a fox
He in a tux, check the scenario, he stuff me in a box
A hundred home, why you cry, we went just like wine, 'cause
A appreciate
Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want
Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass laid down
My nigga LOC?s comin' home soon he up there in four dicks
could have some 9 to 5 man comin' home to take your hand
You know he's never gonna do
Is this the life I dreamed of?
Guess it's just the way it all
the crack sales then got in jail
Couldn't post bail now my home is livin' in a cell
Thirty years with no parole as I grow old
You won't see me
Raised in the Meadow when I lost my mind
Smoking Green with a shot of Moonshine
You are not tough if you have to cosign
Don't look back if you have
can turn down my fire ball
So hard to describe
How my home feels like
Starry nights will fight
Demons in the sky
Thankful for my life
Protected by
on the porch
Light by the door
Or an old dog front-step sittin'
Home ain't a fire in the fall
Pictures on the wall
'Cause, baby, if you ain't in it
It's just
face it that's growth, pay attention take notes
You over forty and movin' work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
Dicky's a-comin' by
Tricky Dicky you know it's true
That I sit here just a-waitin' for you
Farmer's daughter saw me and she gave me a smile
Thought
on
When we fuckin' I never be 'lone
And I never go the same way home
When I slide, gotta switch up the route
Can't let 'em follow Lil Snipe to the house
desperate
Gettin' all in your love
Fallin' all over love, like
Do it to last, last
Hanging out the back, all up in your lap
Like is you comin' home?
Is
know I'm bout my shit
I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click
Cause I'm the birdman and I'll do you something bad
You heard man that I been
in the carpet and fiction in the frames
Just sit there on that cul-de-sac like a monument to pain
Home is where the heartbreak is
Where do you go
Well I don't know if you can even call it your own
When they don't want you to get near excitement
And in protest of that you just stay home, here it is
suckers like bell bottom jeans
I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens
When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene
Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish
still be reppin my Kentucky home
It’s ok, hop in with your boys to the river and we’re taking the back way
We don’t mind who you are, just ride
to pretend
We'd run the levee when we start to feel strong
But came down thinkin' that we oughta go home
You're so sharp, I can tell by your sight
You
when you's left behind
Is hard when you got no schoolin' and they're closing the mines
Momma stays home in a dirty trailer
Raisin' babies and cuttin'
Cook that shit up, Quay
I think I got, what five personalities? five?
I don't know, you decide for me go!
Money comin' back to back
We gon' stack it
you don't know where you would go
There's a place for all, it's pines street cool!
I'm comin' home, after a work day bored
I'm seeing cats with wings
why young
Black teens in the ghetto don't be comin' up
The way their ancestors did
Because mom plays the role of
Both parents to the kids
But when you
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
waana do a?
Break that fuckin' weed down, Put that fuckin' toot up
You knew a, I was comin' threw dis bitch
I been smoked out and loced out all day lil'
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