Lyrics:
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
gladly bear;
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my
tonight
That old that the DJ played made me feel all right
I made it home by my dashboard light
The radio saved my life tonight
The radio--saved my
to show my spine, I am my own worst enemy
Keeping tabs on my old haunts, no love, nobody there for me
Lost hope in the father, started buying what they're
fields and home,
I dreamed about my mother, dear old papa, sister and brother,
And I dreamed about that girl, who's been waitin' for so long
I want
someday
To my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling
someday
To my home far away
Where His glory forever I'll share
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
'Til my trophies at last I lay down
I will cling
not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not forgotten,
Those fertile
this old damned place
My ghost is breaking my home
My mind gets mad
With this old city now
Down on the hill my mind gets mad
My feet are off the ground
16 years old to think that could of been me
Everyday I thank god that I free
I been on my own for way too long
Just trynna find home
Just trynna find
solemn oath, he said, Allah is the witness over what we
Have said
And he said, O my sons, do not enter by one gate, but enter by different gates
And I
took Hansel and Gretel
to the woods.
'I should remember
the way back home.
I'll drop the pebbles one by one.'
Hansel dropped the pebbles
one by one
cherish the memories of the place I call home, oh yeah
There's a bridge on River road where I painted my name
With a couple of buddies with John Deere
you what these things mean to me
This is home.
The place I threw my guts up outside the old wine bar,
The junk shop on the corner where I bought my
Bitch! I've been on my shit! Like an old fly
Oh My just watch as I go by
Mr hip Hop and it don't stop
Yes, I'm this guy in my alone time
Grab your chick
the sun next to my hot tub
To remind myself why I bought the home in the first place
I looked off at the pines off in the foothills and called my friend
Last night I went to sleep in Detroit City
I dreamed about them cotton fields of home
I dreamed about my mother, dear old pappy, sister and brother
a better home awaiting
By and by lord by and by
Well I followed close behind them
I tried to stand up and be brave
But I could not hold back my sorrow
Old time there are not forgotten,
Leavin' home was the hardest thing we ever faced.
We were walkin' in high cotton,
Old times there are not
new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe
Ooh ooh, damn I feel myself
Left my bitch at home (Playboi), told her fuck herself
Did it on my own
all my friends around
It'd be last call whenever I fall down
If I lived here, I'd be home by now
Quarter don't buy much these days
But 'round
Its lonely
Get used to it
Verse 1: Malik Baptiste
I was living at home with my family in Texas
Pouring coffee over ice for a check and a necklace
game is getting old
Please don't come home tonight
(I fell for you)
This game is getting old
(Don't kill my vibe)
and went on my way
I got to the party 'bout ten, I'd say
It was after eleven when I rocked the mic
And by the time I left the stage, the people were hyped
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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