Lyrics:
we going?
What are we doing?
We said we would make memories, not dreams
Baby, it's now or never
So, go home and pack your things
'Cause I don't
my First City, it's Monumental, it's where I call home
Survival of the fittest, wrestle hard like Stone Cold
No go get melt down like ice cream,
tell you all about it
When I see you again when I see you again
All the planes we flew
Good things we've been through
That I'd be standing right
Here
understand. Up here I'm a whisky bum but down there I'm a king.
Sounds just like the angels up in heaven when they sing.
Welcome home, welcome home. Such
rings on our own
Give me a sign
I just wanna try
And by the end of the night I promise I'll atone
'Cause I've seen what heaven brings
Spreading your angel
Rome is the home
Rome is where she act like she ain't got no fucking phone
I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown
So I can't bitch and moan,
[Mannie]
Wha wha wha nigga nigga
I put piss stains on private planes cause its my jet nigga
Money ain't shit cause my rottweilers drink moet
this rut
Now I'm calling it home
I'll ascend when I fold
Rising up when I fall
Come awake when I faint
Never rising again on this plane
Back to one
grateful)
Straight down from heaven
(Straight down from heaven)
'Cause she an angel (Yes she is)
Girl you're so beautiful
Blinded by the way you shine
Can't
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
and true
Staring at this photograph of me, Mommy, and you
And I'd rather have you close to me but if Heaven is your home
Then you're right where you're
children by my daddy who promised her the world
bare feet and pregnant first came a baby girl
when she got married daddy promised her the world
had 5 more
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus
Got ladies for days, got women for months
Leave your girl at home I made 21
I got that thing on chrome
at the front of the plane, lay at the back of the bus
Got ladies for days, got women for months
Leave your girl at home I made 21
I got that thing on chrome
on the plane and I'ma fly 'til I find me another place to call home
She see the murder in my eye
I'm plottin' on a way where I can bust that boy dome
Stand
Pour me a cup of that dusse mix it wit patty and call it patusse
All in the vibe feeling groovy smoking on dank cloud high like its soul plane
Hot
along this boulevard
It’s the first breakfast in this town
I’m confused, but I will puzzle out
Ruled by dreams, no tears, I’m cool
I’ll find my place in
With you, I feel like I'm home, I'm home
With you, I feel like I'm home, I'm home
With you, I feel like I'm home, I'm home
With you, I feel like I'm
favorite is the Blacc one
bitch at home trippin, so i'm finna wacc sum
first nigga face lookin funny, cracc sum
heard you smoked my cousin, that's cool we
home for everyone
And even life on Mars
In the city of stars
Where there's these flying cars
A brand new home for everyone
And even life on Mars
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