Lyrics:
the way home, could you show me
Hollywood never loved me the way you do
They're exploiting our nostalgia
For a place that isn't real
For a place where
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
Porsche yellow look like corn on the cob
Dime piece hit it once then I lob
Take her back for the way that she bob
SLO rep the gang when we mob
Couple L's
the changes
Sammy said there's one way to rock
With a rebel yell wind back the clock
Let's turn up the radio
And jam all night to some rock n roll
I remember
by a slag, how you say you know me but we never go back (gang)
Wooski hungry cuz he smoking they pack (pack)
Shit get litty once they copy the swag
so I'm flat broke
Better back back bro
Back to the back door
U can cap that back cold better grab coats
Cuz use to call me billy bob kno wat that's foe
smoking on a Bob
Marly, as if you didn't no it was the ten(10) second mover
Steppin cluthches to this song take me home
[Louieville]
All my niggas from
now eh.
That we Africa most come to one unity,
Bob Marley was saying it but, brethren where not listen.
What he was saying, This time Asorock want
I'm just talking
Phases through living I've been through it all
But I'm fortunate enough for not many lost
I could be stretching that bar by a lot
Just
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
"Come Back Home, Lord
Fix my marriage
Fix my home (Yes)
Fix my family (I pray)
Fix me
I welcome You in my life Oh God"
Come Back, Lord
Yes, I welcome
New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee
In-in-in-in, in New York
Catch me at the X with
Hah top seed
Don't have time for birds like a penguin
Uh Crosby
I got your girl so wet, that she be sayin'
"Please mop me" ah, you can't stop me
I'm hot
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
Dashing through the snow
On a one-horse open sleigh,
Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
Bells on bob-tail ring,
making spirits bright,
derby
Home run derby
Welcome to my tomb
Climbin' out my open tomb
Back comin' strapped
Rap back with my fuckin' goonz
Lookin' at a martyr
Open crowd
John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds
As I was out walkin' one mornin' for pleasure, I spied a cow puncher a-ridin' along.
His hat was thrown back
major
Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters
Come back home and invest in something then ball out later
In five star
when he hit that road gotta be another way, need man home for Mother's Day,
So like when's one hug away, gotta turn our back on stubborn ways
wanna see
in this skin I'm in
This is the end
Hopefully I never love again
This is the end my friend
I got no way home
I got to do it alone
I want to go back
got plenty of time just for you
Well that ain't really true
But I swear I'll find a way
By the end of the day
That outfit you are wearing god damn
the chatting
D-Money way too underrated y'all just keep on napping
I'm gon' pull up in a coupe so
I'm not gon' drive it too slow
These bitches always ask me out
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Dear Mr. President
I write to you because the world that we livin' in
Bring the troops home from war that we'll never win
Surviving poverty, my
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