Lyrics:
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
to fight
Sometimes I'll be wanting to strike
But I need my phone
I need my home
Tell em don't turn off the lights
Yea I'm tired of being broke
Yea see
he brought me
When he handed me a letter edged in black
With trembling hands I took the letter from him
I broke the seal and this is what it said
Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel
Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel
on a silent night
By a violent light
I am real!
I am missy girl!
I have a home and things that are mine!
Mommy's on a cloud now
Above a cloud
So set the fatal
Hot shit!
You've got a body built for business and a look that burns like flame
By the time the clock strikes midnight I'm going to make you scream
mailbox, I get letters from my cause
and every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some
dreamed about the girl who's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh how I wanna go home
Homefolks think I'm big in Detroit City
From
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars, by night I ake the bars
If only they could read
the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds
A letter to my unborn to show you my love
I'll make sure nothing ever comes between us
I'll stay by your side when life gets too rough
No matter what
like octave and
Never get the picture
Send a letter to my sister
These times trying might kill me don't get on baby credentials
Practice scriptures still
the
System that sets up for systemic
Racism burnt to the ground
And as I sit here in
Georgia, home of Stephens Georgia, former
Vice President
hit the city riding through where sons die
Then from the dash to my lap dawg that's where the gun lies
So I had down to East Illinois for some breakfast
I got a letter from the muthafuckin Ku Klux Klan, man
They say they want to give us a helping hand
With pulling that goddamn trigger
And killin
As I write this letter my dear child
Know that it came from my heart, my experience;
scrapes and falls fumbling to the light,
smiles and tears,
running from the dark
When you was supposed to be home
Before the street lights came on
Everybody knows
Let's go back to 2012 and write a letter to my
oh how I wanna go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by
to go home oh how I want to go home
[ guitar ]
Old home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by
gon blind ya
Ran from the plug
Disconnected go behind ya
They're always gonna find ya
They're always gonna find ya
You see this smile on my face you
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
you 3000 ask my boy iron man
It’s me and I stay away from mayhem really tryna stick to my virtues like Stephen Graham
How far would I go for us and I
glow
Sugar is sweeter when cold
Sugar is sweeter when cold
Sugar is sweeter when cold
I'm just teething with stuff touched
I reach peak marked by height
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