Lyrics:
on home
Cause I ain't had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone
Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
It's David Banner y'all
And it's Nitty y'all
Chamillionaire y'all
And we go a little something like this
It's David Banner y'all
And it's Nitty
But nothing would ever heal the wound
No, nothing would ever seal the wound
No nothing
Now I gotta go
I'm coming home
Coming home, it's been too
I remember when Loretta Lynn said, "You want to walk me home again?
And I said, "Mmhm, yes, I do"
And she said, "Well, I don't have to go right
Jason Derulo
Yeah
Down, down, down, down
What happened at the club stay at the club
We ain't gotta tell nobody
Lady in the streets, freak in
home about eight, just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin', savin' all my love for you
I don't stay out late, got no place to go
I'm home about eight,
Silvio silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know
Honest as the next jade
and it's time to go to town
Where do you go to rock and roll?
The old folks say that ya gotta end your date by ten
If you're out on a date and you bring
Niggaz like Rock-A-Bye baby
Cocking 380's on the daily
Yo best bet's on baby
Ain't gotta call the hood baby
My heater heavy
I feel bout 50 pounds more
lizard)
It's the final chapter
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
This is part two, caught you, sittin in the dark you
Know that I'm a nightmare, it ain't really no
I take you home
After I make you moan, but don't get too comfortable
[Chamillionaire]
It ain't no need to be alarmed, shh.. baby be calm
I got that
are worth waitin' for
Believe me
I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin'
alive in the right way
And sometimes to get home you gotta go
The hard way, hard way
Turnin', turnin', turnin'
Turnin' every corner 'cause my heart
that I don't go first class
Send my body home on a fright train
So everyone can see me when I pass
And don't worry none about no fancy funeral
big city
(Go back home where you belong)
Not one familiar face
Ain't it a pity
(Go back home where you belong)
Oh run away child, running wild
You
own, I'll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new
[Hook]
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone, then go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't
time at home
Ah but the thrill is all gone
When they cut down the lights
They've got a business that they spent a while coming by
Been a long uphill
nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me
I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't
have,
There ain't nothing 'bout you that don't do something for me
The way you kiss, the way you cry,
The way you move when you walk by
There ain't
Now you're the reason that I can't sleep at night and I can't go home
I know it ain't right, gotta leave you alone
But I can't, whoa no
But I can't,
to trial" enoch Powell
Enoch, you better go home"
So, Wilson said to Duchovny, F
"Come on, boy, we gotta swing
We gotta go back to the summit of the hill
I get up in the evenin'
And I ain't got nothin' to say
I come home in the mornin'
I go to bed feelin' the same way
I ain't nothin' but tired
are worth waitin' for
Believe me
I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin'
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