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1500 Witchita
by Radio.AMR
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1500 Wichita Avenue, who woulda knew?
Premonitions why I'm reminiscing
My therapist left on me about a month ago, only God to listen
In my heart I want to make a difference, I want to make amends
I want to do right by my people who love me, ease the tension
I need a Grand Theft Auto mission
I want a better life for my kids, preferably like Shy
I want to make it out the trenches,
Concrete rose, who woulda knew
On RevoltTV, speak it into existence
And ain't nobody gonna listen, trust me I know
Used to hang by the store, pockets was broke, couldn't afford
A third of what I dreamed about, pride and ego was low
But that's the moral of the lesson, another chapter in my story, giving God the glory
My babies adore me, Christian Dior me, if I'm doing too much, just help me out, don't ignore me
How can I trust that you for me, how can I trust that you wouldn't backdoor me?
We need more father figures in the world, like Roger and Courtney
It's finally clicking in Beverly Hills, no Dorothy
There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home
Home, sweet home
Back in the city, vacation from Texas, valuable lessons I learned
It was all unexpected, at the same time ah blessing
He showed me that we are beloved, He showed me His love everlasting
1500 Wichita Avenue, who woulda knew?
Premonitions why I'm reminiscing
My therapist left on me about a month ago, only God to listen
In my heart I want to make a difference, I want to make amends
I want to do right by my people who love me, ease the tension
I need a Grand Theft Auto mission
I want a better life for my kids, preferably like Shy
I want to make it out the trenches,
Concrete rose, who woulda knew
On RevoltTV, speak it into existence
And ain't nobody gonna listen, trust me I know
Used to hang by the store, pockets was broke, couldn't afford
A third of what I dreamed about, pride and ego was low
But that's the moral of the lesson, another chapter in my story, giving God the glory
My babies adore me, Christian Dior me, if I'm doing too much, just help me out, don't ignore me
How can I trust that you for me, how can I trust that you wouldn't backdoor me?
We need more father figures in the world, like Roger and Courtney
It's finally clicking in Beverly Hills, no Dorothy
There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home
Home, sweet home
Back in the city, vacation from Texas, valuable lessons I learned
It was all unexpected, at the same time ah blessing
He showed me that we are beloved, He showed me His love everlasting
