Lyrics:
gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy
look
I feel my self in the zone
I get nervous when you call
So I say I'm not home
I see your face when I hear my favorite song
Should I send
for a week! ...(unintelligible)... Wot? I know, yeah allright, I
know Rod said "get it done, at any cost". Well there, that's going a bit too far, isn't
Uhh!
Tired of chasing after objects
In the rear view tired of praying when I
Don't know who I'm praying to
Tired of hoping like a penny
With a hole
we have to
Hear the lies from this little light of mine that tried
To let it shine
But I'm ill, you men ate when I finished Lyt
You get it, Lyt?
That's
a little while
I guess they only watch you when they see you shine
I guess you lied when you said you'd me by my side
You only get your flowers on the day
"
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
And settled down along the Cimarron.
It blowed away, it blowed away,
My Oklahoma home, it blowed away.
It looked so green and fair when I built my shanty
never get home again
But I'll carry the songs I learned when we were kids
I'll carry the scars of generations gone by
I'll pray for you always,
I been grinding for a long time
Soon as I get the money I'ma take it home
Home home home ayy
I been grinding for a long time
Soon as I get
As I walked home from Senior Studies
I'd see you rapping with your buddies
With the volume high
I walked on by
You walked on by
No pare!
switched church homes
Speaking of, speaking of God, speaking of God
Yeah, yeah no one to talk me off the ledge
Had to get in my own head
Had to get in my own
a throne to a killa'
What's home to a hitta'
I be chasing clouds when I'm in the sky
I be chasing clouds when they're passing by
O and you know they're going
Surrounded by hate time to dive off the pier
You breaking my heart girl when you disappear (Fuck)
Baby girl I just feel numb
I ain't been home in a couple
apartment?
How come when we talk it always seem to end up that we argue?
Why do you get so defensive when I talk about your father?
When you're home you aren't
When them bills due, niggas get ready cause no bullshit I'm buyin'
I'm a government baby, let me get my cheese, let me get my cheese
Got a Chevy trailer
smoking dank n***a
Still get paid n***a
It don't come with no delays and the pay is way bigger
There's a reason why I stay by my lonely
There's a reason
Def)
When I step to the plate the outfield gets back (back)
'Cause they know I'm the over the wall type of dog
So many back to back hits, they call
Dirt home, dirt home
When I'm six feet down in ground
Dirt home, dirt home
The cold earth's got a comforting embrace
Dirt home
A member of no sleep team
Get a whole pound smoke it by myself
Or maybe after Olympics with my homie Michael Phelps
You know I'm fresh up out that
home in you
Be my place to land when I'm tired
When my feathers are burnt by the fire
I surrender myself to your arms just hold me tighter
Will I
I'd be home by now
(Yeah whew)
Yeah, I can raise hell
And nobody cares
You don't have to go home
When you're already there
Yeah, if I lived
my best friend
He's just one of the boys who gets lost in a crowd
It's the kid I am when there's no one around
This is the dance I do everyday
I
Always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I
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