Lyrics:
cannot again return home
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder,
John, John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
John, he's long gone
Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home
He's sitting in a sycamore in St. John's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well, he
hangs in most
Homes and around our necks
And we have just taken that
For granted all our lives
Is it a symbol of hope or hopelessness? The
World's most
my hand
I turned around and I headed for town and I never looked back again
I told him, I would meet him on the Indiana road with a gun in my hand
to look herself in the mirror
She will see you
Mirror
Such a long ways from home
When you gotta go grocery shopping again
This week I ain't gonna buy much
Or roller skate or catch the bus
There is a fence and a gate twisted by hand
There is a fig tree taller than you in Indiana
It will make you gasp
It might
the street
A1 with that sauce cuz I that beef
Bitches saying whoooo like night owl
Spend about 5 on a nights out
Pool in the back with a nice house
You
Tonight, in Fort Wayne news
Three men found handcuffed shot in the back of the head
Laying on the ground in the living room of their home
With
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
If that train jumps off the track
Then my brother you will catch the clap
From Colorado, to Arizona
All the way back home to California
In
we're never together
If I'm never back again
Well I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!
In all the years
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
[Chorus]
I be living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes,
will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home, he will bootleg it (how real is this?)
(How real is this?)
It will be sold in
come and correct
Like LeBron James in the NBA Draft
I've been scouting you, you are my number one pick
I don't have guns, but I'm kinda like Jiminy
(Chorus)
(Spoken)
Operators are standing by.
Give me a call, man.
Yeah, if the phone's busy, try again.
No, I don't wanna talk to Sonny.
I sure don't want
and that's all they will ever show
So the ones in the West will never move east and feel they could be at home
Get tricked by the Beast but where them gon'
east
And feel like they could be at home
Dem get tricked by the beast
But a where dem ago flee when the monster is fully grown?
Solomonic linage whe
me, y'all know I don't give a fuck
I'm cool with not bein' cool with niggas, so listen up
Bobby Shmurda came home Quavo picked him up in a jet
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-K-A James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
Separated by Hog Town hyways and byways
He'd say Son here we go again we're are back in the big city
It'll be another year with 50 weeks of tears till we get
of me with Australian bitches
Back in America they treat us like we Aborigines
Original man, they tried to white out our history
As if the first
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