Lyrics:
homeward-bound
Can't you hear them hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart
richer,
I'm a entrepreneur, I'm the heart of the city,
I'm a part of the sewers, I'm the honorable diddy,
I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome
And she was terminally pretty
She held him up and he held her for ransom
In the heart
loud
Thinking about the people one day I'll be singing this with
All the positive, negative, even the hurtful adjectives
My heart spitting the truth, my
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
Way it’s going
Yungest Ja
[Intro: Yungest Ja]
I got no trust in my heart
Yeah, I need somebody
Looking to the sky, yeah
I need somebody
And i’m
They keep starting to astound us
Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life
Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny
Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard
The world is under attack
By the evil one known as
Satan
He is currently reeking havoc over the city of Toledo
Nevertheless, He must be defeated
He's
doubting that this life fast
All along we been counting on the flight plan
In my city bet the youngin number one
Never did it for the money just the love
Now
rather save money
I play by my rules ride high
With the tool fuck around turn you to a prey
Trips to the city with the ghost
My niggas do the most take
mostly by telling stories but
sadly this style don't pay the bills
lets talk about how i could be
one of the few rappers holding it down still
in a time
at the middle of ya chest right where ya heart is
Lil Na8 the killa comin through I rep the str8 ride
Put it on ya mind I gotta go and get the whole pie
Never
time
Two summers, two cities, two ends; Every summer, by the end i remember to mend
My hands accustomed to a dominant grasp
Hustling bustling just ask
I mean where the fuck should I really even start?
I got some shit that been weighing on my heart
Come to light whatever's done in dark
We Were dealt
I wanna let you know
Where niggas go to fix a broken heart
They go get lost in them Lost Vegas stars
You can buy love and everything you want
I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffallo Bills
I ain't Dennis Rodman's hair and I ain't Holyfield's ear
I ain't that damn man you see standin
Live with regret, whole personas liquor and meth, yo
The city streets teeming with diseases and drugs
Released by the gov just to fuckin see what it does
they drive by you like bill board posters
When you strike out, not getting no homers
Ain't iced out but my heart feel frozen
I guess it's from da risk
that I'm forever scarred
I just pray that by the end I will not lose my heart
All this money it gone fold up
How you family you ain't show love
All that
on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart
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