Lyrics:
heart
And if by chance you're not at home
You can reach me, baby, by the nearest pay phone
I gotta cross my fingers and pray you'll know
To dial my heart
it's pouring”
But it gets me when I'm alone
You say, “Let's catch up in the morning”
I stay awake ‘til you get back home
They say I'm happier, how did it
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh
No ho mo'
I'm just a kid from El Paso
Trying to go farther but I'm tied by a lasso
Trying to do more shows, they say no when I ask them
So I got
at home
I don't want you to answer the door for nobody, baby
Oh, when you're home and you know you're all alone
I don't want your sister coming by
the same
Someone (Someone)
Please just (Just)
Get me out of here
Because I (I)
Feel afraid (Afraid)
When I don't know where I'm going
Somebody take me away
all my meals for free
I think I'm being shunned by my feet again
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be
more
Ain't no lookin back, letting everything go
When I see a problem, when it get tough
I don't get soft, man, I ain't givin' up
There ain't turnin'
Destroyed, but what for?
When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool
Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary bitch for
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
this, I told you so kind of look. When I was at school, I didn't get excited over dances or parties or sororities like other students. I just didn't have
used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get
your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When
wanna be saved (saved by my own grave)
Pray on (pray on my child)
Oh yeah (pray on my child)
I got a home on high (yes, I got a home on high)
I
you and I
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me
you and I
Well, uh, get up, stand up, so what's said, you dickhead
See when I was a youngster, used to wear them fucking Pro Keds
My mama made me
over chips?
When we could've had a life, getting all that we can get
I don't want to be naive no more, I just want to be free
Live a life of luxury, no
mama know how I could get down
But, know I ain't leavin' this journey, I'm on
I ain't never confessin', but I got missionaries sittin' inside my home
around
When you need me
I will always be by your side
Oh baby, oh baby
Just know everything is gonna be alright
When I get home
I'm gonna hold you
in sin
Get high with the folks
Get down in the swim
Don't you walk away
I want you baby
How does it feel
When you're meet her in your home
can't seem to get it right
Spent damn near half what I made
And I came from the block where it's storming
And I came from them trenches by my lonely
And I
to wake up
Do sumthin' about it instead of dream
Maybe, I use the word maybe
Cause maybe really help me think different
I thank you for asking
Get rid
When they opened up the strip
I was young and full of zip
I wanted someplace to call my home
And so I made the race
And I staked me out a place
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma, when I go home
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