Lyrics:
If you love this land of the free
Bring 'em home, bring 'em home
Bring them back from overseas
Bring 'em home, bring 'em home
It will make
If you love this land of the free
Bring 'em home, bring 'em home
Bring them back from overseas
Bring 'em home, bring 'em home
It will make
rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B
from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had
the window
Wish you wouldn't make me wait
You better move it on home, boy (move it on home)
You better move it on home
Been a' sittin' here listenin'
from texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home
Wrong, do it again
from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had
the accent
They say home is where the heart is
But that's not where mine lives
You know I love a London boy
I enjoy walking Camden Market in
the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah
Been away so long I early knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it
When I look back, boy, I must have been green
Bopping in the country, fishing in a stream
Looking for an answer, trying to find a sign
Until I saw
coming home)
I got a city boy's cotton field back home
You better beat it now
Carry me back to old Virginia
That's where I’m coming
Virginia is my home
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home
Wrong, do it again
Mountain boy
Oh, but I can never go back home
Since the boy I love is gone
He grew tired waiting for me to return
They say he married last October
artists are poor
But buddy, I'm goin' home right now
I got enough gas just to get me back
And I know that she is patiently waitin' on her wandering boy
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
Shopping cart full of fake hip hop artists
I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it
And I'll be back in the morning
Phone home! Weezy
Phone home! Weezy
Oh but I can never go back home
Since the boy I love is gone
He grew tired of waiting for me to return
They say he married last October
But I never
When I look back, boy, I must have been green
Bopping in the country, fishing in a stream
Looking for an answer, trying to find a sign
Until I saw
the USSR
You don't know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the USSR, yeah
Been away so long I early knew the place
Gee, it's good to be back home
Leave it
from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had
It's a cruel summer
With you
I'm drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)
Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't
He came down from Trinity
A mid-town boy from home
In the dirt walking miles before
And dreaming of his thirst
Oh, on his way
He had to go
Oh,
a face in a martini crowd
He drinks long neck Bud and gets a little loud
The mans back on his feet
He's an uptown down-home good ol boy
In a business
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