Lyrics:
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'
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'
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'
ain't ya man but we can just pretend
Hit the mall girl I got enough to spend
And you could go home to him, I ain't hating him
'Cause see you just my
thugs (tellin' me where I can go)
I'll be waitin' for you (can she go with me? when I'm comin' home)
Until you get through (and all that ol' crazy shit)
shoe
Cause I'm ridin' on the type of glass that ain't see through, baby
[Chorus]
Boys be perpetratin' purple, they gotta stop actin',
More cars
La-la, la-la, la
Yeah, it's been a long night and the mirror's tellin' me to go home (home)
But it's been a long time since I felt this good
home all by herself.
We go out and we get drunk, and we stay the whole night long.
We men go out and get drunk, and stay the whole night long.
But
all the years in the past
Let's go one more night
Get away from the blind side of life
Honey, I want you to be by my side
Me and my back door
with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my nigga
We are children of the world, watching every day go by
Changes my life, changes your life, keeps us all anticipating
We are searchers of the truth,
Think I'll go back home
Think I'll go back home
Think I'll go back home
Back where I belong
Think I'll go back home
Nothin' for me here
and understand New York is hard, baby
So you, you ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
Uh, I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up I'm
Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What can I say?
Don't go, gotta know
Please don't run away
I'm a murderer
What does
beer
I was at the club, having a fight there
Y'all can go home, husband and wife there
My mama at work tryna buy me the right gear
Nine years old, uncle
Standing room only
You must think my bed's a bus stop
By the way you come and go
I ain't seen you with the lights on
Two nights in a row
So pack
I gotta stay high all the time
To keep you off my mind
Ooh-ooh
Stayin' in my play pretend, where the fun ain't got no end
Can't go home alone
number fourteen thousand for today."
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas,
Commiserating
Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
Na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na, na
go to work, I get out there, I go get it
I go to work, and I'll leave and come home with it
I go to work, hey, hey, oh
It's the concrete jungle, so
I can settle down
And be doin' just fine
Til I hear an old train
Rollin' down the line
Then I hurry straight
Home and pack
And if I didn't go
Sitting still just wasn't meant for me
Some folks just go straight and narrow
Turns out that life ain't right for me
'Cause every time we cross state
on
Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond
My flow is tom-foolery
I smoke these pork rappers so fast they call me charcuterie
I beautifully
drop by my place on your way home
Let's go get stoned
It ain't no harm, you're taking just a taste
But don't blow your cool and start messing up
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