Lyrics:
finally getting bored of getting better anyway
Now I'm driving to Olathe, listening to the old demo tape
Of that short-lived former four-piece act that sang
of a world he's never seen
And looking down to his new home, he feels the rising of a wave
And knows at once he will not weather it
Like that man
I
Sideways rain that chew the roof through
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Break
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
yeah
Home
Ooh yeah.
Home
that's where my heart is.
Home
that's where my heart is.
Home
Let me tell you now thaat's where I wanna be
I'd crash
to home
If I needed adventure
I'd go back where I once belonged
In search of hidden treasure
I'd see who's right and who was wronged
Like fortune's soldier
the same, like it use to be
Too many half steppers that want to be up in the industry
So yo i drop some science every demo i make
It's like, how you livin
shit true, trust me that shit real
Hold up where yo family at? I got like what man
Go home, nigga jus go home
You jus wanna go home, but you can't go
we want a demo dog
Don't mean to be a pig when I whip out my mega hog
Grab her by the Barnet when I'm in my town
Yes I play with verbs, far and wide
switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures
should prolly put down the phone I-
I should prolly be back at home I-
I don't where I'm going
But you feel like home to me
(Like my home, yeah)
When you
And that's how big I'd feel
When I'd see that
Look in her eyes
Nothing in the world
Made me feel like that
Nothing in the world
Made me feel like that
And now
blowin' bullshit
Indo nigga this what we blow
We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
I say naw nigga I got
blowin' bullshit
Indo nigga this what we blow...
[Lil' Flip]
We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
I say naw
off like hairs, loose ends
Music is my life to me
Musics the one thing that's been standing by me
Thats my right hand and my soldier to me
I write so
Damn, I'd like to have some
Layin' on the patio, man, rollin' a fat one
Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on
Goddamn, man, are you that much
Eh homes... John Holmes?
Heard that muthafucker died of AIDS or something crazy like that man
Stupid
No way
Shit man, I heard he fucked fourteen
good like them Knoxville vibes,
Windows down on 75,
It don't beat you by my side,
Your hand in my hand,
Hair blowing in this West Texas wind,
That just
that I'm not like a guy I knew one time
He lost the one he loved then slowly lost his mind
He sat around and cried his life away
Lucky me I'm only crying
that somehow I'll get by
But there's nobody home to go home to
And tonight I'd like to lay me down and cry
I see it in my foggy mind
The shutters
Bink Bink Michigan on the Map I like this
You tell me that you really need me
But I come from a home that's not a home ohhh
You tell me that you
be different if I had one
That's what I'd do, if I had one of those
I'd do it just like that, right, there
Thing's would be different if I had one
home from Senior Studies
I'd see you rapping with your buddies
With the volume high
I walked on by
Yeah, you walked on by
¡No pare! ¡Sigue, sigue!
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
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