Lyrics:
My baby’s gone and left me on my own
When she’s comin’ back I don’t know
I love her so and I think about her all the time
Spent a week goin’ out
my wallet with their baby pictures
I just did the pilot
It was 50 tickets
First flight home
Brand new phone
Last one still had plenty minutes
Fresh off
take you anymore
Yeah you know I'm going home
I might meet you there
So call me on my telephone yeah
Why you calling my telephone?
Yeah won't you leave
I got a letter
It come to me by mail
My baby's a comin' home
I hope that she won't fail
Because I feel so good
I feel so good
You know I feel
C-c-c-crazy (crazy) get your ass in my bed
Baby, you’ll be just my summer boyfriend
(Summerboy)
Let’s get lost, you can take me home
Somewhere nice, we can be
shine so nice and bright,
Your New York lights shine so nice and bright,
I'd rather be down home, walkin' by the lantern light!
They say the time's
Off the script
On the low
Doin' plant
No ones home
Middle finger in my hoe
Comin' back for the snow
When there's snow she don't flake
Doin' it in one
the God I made it home
Swervin' my Fleetwood Brougham
Muthafuck a chaperone
I left that bitch alone
Usually I make it right
But not tonight
Keep a spade
moment forever, my friend
When you wake up alone, no, I ain't comin' home again
You and me, you and me, you and me are history
You and me, you and me,
power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone
If we never get
the drawer then
Cause I ain't comin' home, I don't need that attention, see
I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I
(Alan Rose)
One day the train was passin'
I caught it comin' by
To look this old world over under God's blue sky
My darlin' stood there weepin'
Ballerina
Dance until the sun is a comin’ on
My Naked Ballerina
Baby, make me better at least for two songs
My Naked Ballerina
Shake until my memory
fingers are sore
But Mama, I don't care about no household chores
Baby, mama, Lord I'm a comin' home
Woman, you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on Re-mi
in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome
As we head up
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
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