Lyrics:
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I suppose I should cut all my losses
Go home with a six-pack of beer
There ain't nobody in the world like you, baby
If there was she wouldn't
gold
At the end of the world
And I'll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow
It is so hard
And it's cold here
And I'm tired of taking
can't forget the day it's almost been away
Begging me to see a world not mend for me
Now my search is true I'm coming home
To Spanish nights and you
the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome
The new Don Trump is Bill Gates
Not because his occupation, it's
no budget
Theyre always surrounded by the paparazzi
Sorry no cash in my hand
Credit cards is only what i have
Well i am not a rich spoiled brat
It's
lessons from the piper's son
Learn to play while the world is young
Boys and girls come out to play
The moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your
home
I was treating a girl independently
She was making baby for me
When de baby born and I went to see
Eyes was blue it was not by me
Garden
stayed at home with my folks
'Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke
Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go
We all go
Not
the weak
Lost mommy, poppy left home
I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit list in the back tellin' his selection
His date is probably
Probably my mommy,
You better
His soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking, make me king
As we move toward a New World Order
is my home, and I'm not letting go
When I was feeling down, you always picked me up
It didn't matter what I was doing wrong 'cause
I've lived my
calling home
Across the stratosphere
A final message, "Give my wife my love"
Then nothing more
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning
They
sure to see stars, this is high level not eye level
My bezel, courtesy of Audemars
I order yours tomorrow, now look at the time I saved you
Mama, let
anything I wanted to
And you know, I am my son's mother
The man I described in the introduction
Is being so decidedly different my son
(When you're runnin'
'bout my paper like a motherfuckin' scratch-and-win
World Series attitude, champagne bottle life
Nothin' ever changes so tonight is like tomorrow night
out from the bottom and build with ya
Be on my last dollar and split the bill with ya
I'm 23 with morals and plans of living cordial
Not rich, but
Me and old Bill
Sittin' by the river
Throwin' in a line, talkin' of the times in the war together
I say, how's the old wound?
He says, not so tough
contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is going on? Someone's sleeping in my home)
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you fit in, follow me
Who's
broke, that was a easy decision
My mission was to make dough, not end up in prison
But I'm still in a helll of my own
Bill collectors won't leave me
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
tho' yo' ceo talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on
[Master P]
Whassup
talking 'bout?
Church is definitely on the move
And we gon' continue
To hustle and grow and develop by far
As I rotate with my true player partner
By
Surrounded by faces I didn't even know
I was alone
But home's not a place you can see
You are home when you've found all the love you need
This isn't my
the cosmos
From the Far Side of the World.
Well it's Christmas and my birthday
and so to that extent
The Masai not the wise men
Are circling my tent.
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