Lyrics:
Molly Rose, she don't even answer no more
Ain't nobody home
There ain't nobody home
Well, the moment it must have passed me by,
I'm beginnin' to hate this
unrecognized
Nobody stopped me I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes
And this felt good
And this felt so right
In my bad I got this shit poppin'
New residual
James Wade verse:
Dem Lights is On - as soon as I show up
Reload - and Dats when da smoke comes
just like your there
With the e on the gangsta tip
So if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
'Cause I'm a destroyer
My homie Dre is a doctor not
replace a steel-drivin' man.
There was a big crowd of people at the mountain.
John Henry said to the steam-drill "How is you?
Said pardon me, Mister
[Hook]
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone, then go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't
baby, leave the whore alone
Just go up there and be humble and take them awards home
Bush has just declared the world a fucking warzone
And meanwhile
baby, leave the whore alone
Just go up there and be humble and take them awards home
Bush has just declared the world a fucking warzone
And meanwhile
the Bible isn't two parts
There's a Part Three to the Bible, Joe
And I, God, have anointed you
To dig up this Part Three that is buried by the tree
This exactly what I dreamed of
No one gets between us
Never loved anybody like you it didn't seem rushed
Even on the first night
Said it I was drunk
But
Let me know
What we doing
Let me know
Let me know
Let me know
What we have is unmatched, unscratched
I’m confused by these dumb acts - fuck that
I
yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool.
You institutionalized, and this is your home...
Guess who's back, and ready to knock off
yeah fool, what? Yeah yeah that's what they all say fool.
You institutionalized, and this is your home...
Guess who's back, and ready to knock off
awfully
When my one track is your whole fucking discography
Nothing in they pockets no wonder they be so out of pocket
Got this home advantage don't fuck
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
anybody I'll be on my own
Before I let another bitch come around and do me wrong
Thats facts by the time I count to 10 you'll be gone
Outback tryna find
Aquí no ha pasada nada
Y, y como sé que no me vás a denunciar
Hey, anybody hear me
Well it's funny how you think that you're alive
You're just
of the time
I lose my mind for divine oral
Ya'll define normal
That's why they don't get me
And there is no chemistry
With joe schmo's in me
And those
Written by: tim james, steven mcclintock and marc mancina
Home
The child in my eyes
Stares sometimes
When I was so much younger
Home
A place in
cry) all the clouds are on the floor
(Fishes in the sky) there's an alien at your door
(We live in a lie) nothing here is real, for sure
Don't let
Been there for a while and I'm home now
I don't need no validations
Get the fuck out of my way
Nothing can stop me
Been there for days
I'm amazed I just
back home, not a soul would miss me
And the light at the end’s getting hard to see
'Cause the way it is, ain’t ever what it seems
But if anybody asks,
(1-2-3-4)
Now
You start by hitting The One
A good place to start, is on the Kick drum
(Yeah, like a big dinosaur walk... You feeling that? Good)
You
projects
Learn that time is the same on Casio or Rolex
Knowledge James, chapter two
Verse one through six
But try not to judge a man
By the price of his
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