Lyrics:
by myself I turned myself up
God bless all my people that ain't make it home
I remember times, I was all alone
I done ran this money up, all on my own
that, I'm fucking proud of myself
That's the way I sound, the way I sound
And the way I walk is the way I walk, the way I talk (you'll see)
I tell
Repeat your rhymes all the time like a fuckin' parrot
Phony gold chains only rated two carats
You tell your friends that your home is like heaven
Livin'
different then
A wife just turned her head
But do you think she cried
When the president didn't make it home to bed
How did she survive
That kind of life
the mire
You looking at one of the Vivid Kind alumni
You should know these type of rhythms are hard to come by
Acoustic panels bounce vibrations like
back
Somethin' tell me we made it
Lately seem like I'm never home
Remember us when you famous
A&R's tryna change the sound
And I finally think that we
what we doin'
Buy some breezys and we kickin'
And Cap what you doin?
I'm just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all
Take a shot like the last of the stand drop
Boom bom bom
Check if alien
That's the time to pull out the handcuffs
Dials a one on a one minute call
Magazines and afternoon dreams get me through the day
And till the night can smile for the people as I sing, and I play
I left home, it seems like
But now your head hangs low
And you loathe the sound
Of your own name
Life's a delicate thing
Well, I don't know what home
Looks like to you
But I hope
your gaze
That's what they all say
Like a script they all start to sound the same
I'll make you fall in love by the first date
I'll make all your other
alone
In fact you'll likely never even know
How much you break me just by sayin' that you'll be back
Sittin' outside the same damn home
Sittin' outside
wanna be the one to cry
And that don't really matter
To anyone anymore
But like a fool I keep losin' my place
And I keep seein' you walk through that door
to breathe
(If they dare to breathe, woah)
Sure sounds like heaven to me
You've gotta cut the roots to kill the weeds
No place to go if we don't believe
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Top
Half bear, the other half cat
Wild as a mink but sweet as soda pop
I still dream about that
Rocky top, you’ll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good
or wrong, that's not the matter at all.
Fears and doubts, no more room inside this home,
Laugh and warmth, beautiful keywords to follow.
I am here, in front
Anymore
I I'd like to see you
Like to see you more
But I'm sure
That you
Have to be
An angel
So I'm waiting at my window just to see you more
See you more
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
play about me she know
She know where my love lies
She know I got the good stuff right here waiting for her like
Sweet kisses in the morning (that
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed
She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by
chicks with parted lips selling sweatshop jeans
These L.A. phonies and their bullshit bands
That sound like dollar signs and Amy Grant
So reads
girls
That ever broke my heart, be here regardless
I deserved it
If they didn't leave for no reason
I know I earned it on the surface
I always act like
homes,
Reduced their luminous love of life to monochrome
So otherized, that we’re numb, to their plight
On the height of despair, in the depths
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