Lyrics:
the club on some green
A nigga ain't Ginuwine but trying to get up in them jeans
Frayser Boy that's the name, fuck another I'm the man
Get you drank after
on my waist, just in case n***** wanna get crazy
I been feeling like i'll die soon lately, and for the n***** that been waiting mad patient
Eat a dick,
of them suffers because of music
Telling Jussy on the phone, bailiffs climbing windows
Tryna' run up in my home and take everything I own
Them girls will
avenues
As soon as I get home (you know, oh yeah), there's rumors and scattered news
You know my fantasies, am I feelin' things or can this be
Your
to grab your hands
You took me back to R's when I told you I was staying with a friend
I never told you this
Soon after everything fell apart, I texted you
Yeah, mm-mm
Every night, you and I get reminded that time's
Passing by, you know why, and we'll soon say "goodbye"
And from the start (Yeah) we knew
scheme would eat large, nigga
Keep it on you, fuck the feds
'Cause every team hit hard, nigga
Al Green at the barbeque
Turn on that pocket get shot up
couldn't wait to get big
Didn't know how I just knew I'd get rich
But time moves quick, dissolves all myth
Soon grew into a man who didn't have shit
Did
know as soon as possible.
Once you get out here and you see the things that I’ve seen
You’d never wanna go back
I don’t wanna look back
Universal
her, do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?
And she was singing, "Baby, come home"
"Baby, come home"
I'm talking about another green room,
I'm in this game like I'm home alone
Feels like the real has been gone for a minute
Too many fakes in this corridor
Drinking backwash just as soon
your kids, lost soul
I say, "Grandma, tell my God that I'm coming home"
They want me gone, but I ain't scared
You lose your head 'bout what you said
Press the green button here on my side
Gotta run home cuz I know I'll be losing my ride
No one really likes bright clothing
To their right side
Hindsight
The signal light shone green, I wondered could I change the gels
Pat said that's a sure way to get locked in separate cells
If I must choose a life of crime,
and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your dads son"
Big green eyes
But his mama worked and his dad was dead so he had to get his own bands up
He walks to the mirror and hears his mom's voice in his head "you're your
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
Coming back home
Home to my people
I hope that they didn't forget me
Coming back home
I am protected by family
I'm asking you for your blessing
'm humbled by the wealth that I budget while I'm fed
Otherwise I guess I'd just be fed up
Suffer by myself I'll just be messed up
I must be next up so come
used to call home sweet home
I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter
Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike
Just to get
Mexico Flow
Mamacitas & tacos and crescents
Hhmm hmmm
Mexico glove make it go up, Dank by Boatload it go up
The litter she get, she go up
The bigger
've been drunk since I left
And these so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home
By
Where we are is never far from home it could be London Town it could be Rome
Who we are you'll find out soon enough you'll find out soon enough maybe by
on the land and the sky
You sing for your friends and your family
I'll walk green pastures by and by
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