Lyrics:
coming home, but until then
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Wish you were here
Words and music by jimmy webb
hands
Plan mid naughties I got to make
An album be the boss
But I got tied down to a job so my dream lost damn
Hey mr bus driver please take me home
But I
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
and the crew, y'all niggas come home
Word up, the new album goin' be the shit baby
Ain't no doubt about it, E Pluribus Unum
Out of many one, The G.O.A.T.,
out
On, that flight home gave you some shit to think about
Scrambling trying to figure out, went back to the drawing board
Know they say rejection's
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
of crazy
I can be the album you hear all day all night long
I can be your C.D. Baby
I can be your C.D. Baby
Buckle up we're ridin'
Cause' we ain't going back
(chorus)
cll the haters get mad(fuck you)
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
Loved by few
Hated by most
Getting judged, ain't none new
I don't care what y'all post
Posted up in the Stu
And just know I got some smoke
Write me
Just like the cans I'm bringing in
To my room to decorate the whole thing
I Wrote the title of the album
Ironically
Thinking I'd found my home
Too
Gzeppy, Come Back Home, let's go
It's a vibe
I have aspirations, won't leave my dedications
So wish me well, hope for good, won't let down
a boulevards in it
My albums coming out and I'm pulling cards in it
My range is so wide I can pull a car in it
Holding so much shine I can put a star in it
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
with a signed CD
You drop a single, another album, nothing special’s happened yet so you’re feeling kinda dumb
Everyone you know back home they don’t
off its horror night now it creepy
Three albums worth my evil cuisine
I'm the darkest and lightest in the room
Ima demon I'll be at home in
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
been sent this way by you
What am I
What am I supposed to do
Time is passing
Got me thinking
Should've left my phone at home
So I'd be in this moment
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
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