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Don't get me wrong, I ain't trying to rattle your cage
But some of these songs today I'd be ashamed to have written by my name
Used to turn up that dial,

pretend we’re in a sleigh
When we get back home we’ll lock the door and just lay low
Oh baby don’t you know I love it at Christmas

No one wants to drive

Take the meal from my table
I’ve the gift of great excuses
Never hold it by the handle
‘Caus that’s so conventional

How you feel when you’ve got

So she gets the opium
Bloodlust I need a new home
Says no kill the noise in my bones
But its tipping over
And its tipping over
I don’t wanna feel these

behind my back, and as i
I turn the corner way too fast i gave the old hag a little fright
She said watch out young man it's dangerous going out late

dreamboat
Covered in c-notes
It's a cold world and I'm blanketed by my goddamn ego
Yo, this rap shit like free throws to a Curry
When I let the syllables

let's go
Go
Okay let's go let's go
Go
Go
Okay let's go
Full cup
Got the seat back
Leaning
Come on let's go
Come take a ride with a demon
I hit the Corner

like the AP
Hit once and I go snatched her soul that shit crazy
But when I come back home she givin throat
That shit crazy yeah

Closed eyes I hold my

depleting what I’m scrambling for
I’m the man on a song but I can’t hold a candle to Tone
So to get respect I start by respecting my art 
Stay sharp cuz pussy

Of waiting on your love
Yeah
Yeah
Said I'm tired
I'm tired
Of waiting on love
Woah
Yeah
And all I ever wanted was a place to call home
And if I had one call is

case I'll escort you to the airport
Just make sure that you bring your passport
Returning back home to my basketball court
Get a letter from the supreme

there'd be two home and I'd have to be bold
Sure leaves a mark but I totally get it now
I'd love to see us beat the odds but I just don't know how
She's

Keep your mouth closed
I ain't had no where to go
I called the couch home
Spending Christmas alone
Because I'm down broke
Karma caught me in the mall
I

10 pm, out clubbing, driving down, Park Lane
Cars go by, brightly shining, in, the pouring rain
Marble Arch, lit up nicely, on my way, on my game

Will he ever get back home?
 
Mama always told me
there’s an angel on my shoulder
but I’ve never seen a sign
that it exists
In her mind I think she
hoped

And a cute dog
And I know that the devil really want me
I been hungry
Staying in the front seat
Im unfuckwitable
Thats my own truth
Home studio baby
Thats my

Try to please and be pleased
By the whole human race

I came back to the start
I came home
To the only place
The only way I’ve known

I’ve come full

Verse:
Shawty doesn’t want a slow song
Give her something real
Something she can twerk song 
(Yeah)
Everybody get they roll on 
working double shift
She

plain to see

And god knows I been waiting so patiently
So why dont you come back home and stay with me
And ever since you left I been a little stressed
I

nobody say no
Tell everybody fuck you yeah I say so
Livin the every day of life just to kill a pay note
Sucking out your drive so you could get a day home

Might be blasphemous maybe even a sin
Roll some hash in it light it up we're all forgiven
If it wasn't put on this earth to help me get by
Than why do I

a drive, 264
On my way home, 75', cause I miss you
Behind the wheel to you, no better feeling
Only time I get to see you is when I'm dreaming
But when I wake

to come and talk to you
Yeah
I see you out with your friends and shit though
I ain't tryna bother or nothing
I was just hoping
We could get a drink

Spontaneous, out of the blue
We dive right in, it’s easy to
We know each other’s deepest, darkest needs
I pose for you, pull up my shirt
Inch by inch, so slow it