Lyrics:
Park, Carver Homes
Hummers floating on chrome
Chokin' on that home-grown
They got that southern cookin'
They got them fellas lookin'
Thinkin' I was
everyone is gone
Nobody's home but the light's always on
Man I was beat, I was driven by the heat
Down to Elvis Presley Blvd. in a one-way dead end
She was wrapped up and sold, coming home from an old fashioned walk
I used to dream of a millionaire, handsome and rich from the States
Taking me
of angels at the fall of Rome
Singing 'Ave Maria' or 'Home Sweet Home'
It's just a heathen town
I hear only evil as my tongue is tightened
I used to be
Oh baby
What's taking you so long?
I've been waiting on the phone
Oh, you haven't been home
Where have you gone?
What do you know
And where
you all my money
Girl but she just won't treat me right
You like to ball in the morning
Come home late at night
But I'm gonna tell tell my mama
Jo Jo was a man who thought he was a loner
But he knew it couldn't last
Jo Jo left his home in Tucson, Arizona
for some California grass
Keep my ass home at night if you want it
Whatever you need me to do
When you talk I'ma listen
Give you all that attention you missing
Girl I swear
Through the darkness,
Long, long way to go,
But what are miles
Across the ocean
To the heart that's coming home?
Where the road
Runs through
Goin' home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
Goin' home tomorrow
Can't stand your evil way
When you're around me
I'm full of misery all day
I can't
I fell under such gentle persuasion
You can't refuse it's like a home from home
Meanwhile in the Motor car kingdom
They're finding that all
matches
But I sure got a long way to go
I'm an old poor boy
I'm a long way from home
I'm an old poor boy
And I'm a long way from home
I've never been happy
on the darkest night
Love finds a way
Through stars and stones
To let us know we are already home
Already
Half of my heart wants you to stay
Laugh
you all my money
Girl but she just won't treat me right
You like to ball in the morning
Come home late at night
But I'm gonna tell tell my mama
you all my money
Girl but she just won't treat me right
You like to ball in the morning
Come home late at night
But I'm gonna tell tell my mama
has gone to sea and quit his dockside drinking
Check it out, check it out, check it out
And when I'm dead who'll fly the White Bird home
I'm not
Every time I see you, you're trying to take me home
And it makes me wonder, if we were to get it on
Would you take the time to touch me(touch me)
Now I find myself wanting
To marry you and take you home
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You, you, you, you send me
I know you send me
I know you send me
on Broadway
They have the time, the time of their life
I saw a man, he danced with his wife in Chicago
Chicago, my home town
Chicago, Chicago, that
in a desperate place
Every day is a twist of fate
Oh, his family wonders if he'll make it home
Knowing his faith's his saving grace
Now he's
inspired
Palatial it may not be
But it's a home and a castle to me
A dream from a magazine
And we'll never give it up 'cause
This house is built
khalifa man
From the home of the brick
Where they know for the cake
The place, that steel city damn
I got that Pittsburgh sound
And Imma always hold
do is follow faith till they call us all home
But its so hard temptation is everywhere
Gotta hold my guard like oh my God
[Krayzie Bone]
said we're through
Can't you see that I don't want to start
Forgetting you
I tried to stay at home and pace the floor and watch the clock routine
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