Lyrics:
mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business
While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job
And think they're worth
Comin' to the party need a plus one thou-wow (Yeah)
I'm a boss ass bitch; bow down
Finna dunk on a dummy; Bow Wow
And I'm gonna need my money right
It's only knowin the way that you are
Keeps me feelin so safe and warm
Where we're goin' whether near or far
Still feel like I'm comin' home
Freedom
or call
And I know this rodeo has been hard on us all
But I'll be home soon
And honey is there somethin' wrong
She said, don't bother comin' home
By
single day
Why ooohhh why
Does it feel like I'm wrong when I'm home all alone just tryin to pass the time to pass the time
Chasin my dreams barely makin
right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by
[Repeat: x2]
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
Come on, yeah
(I'm comin')
[Stlyes]
Can't
was before
I don't go in 'less there's an open door to leave by
I'm starting to believe my own existence has a right to be
And I'm comin' home
was before
I don't go in 'less there's an open door to leave by
I'm starting to believe my own existence has a right to be
And I'm comin' home
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
want it twice
One of a kind, know your everythin' is one of mine
Wanted posters with my face, they know who I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yeah
Cold hearts
face girl, you better not tell no lies
I'ma leave like I'm wrong even though I'm right, yeah
Money comin' fast and slow (and slow)
Pass by time, we go
ready 'cause
I'm tellin' you why
My Lord is a-comin' from His home on high
Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one
Gonna be rewarded for the things we've
(haha)
They hated on Dave Chapelle but couldn't stop 'em
Netflix was like, "If you don't like it, don't watch him" (word)
Bill Cosby came home, I'm glad
Northside
Home of the homicides and Them drive-bys
Cuz if you run up
You catch a bullet
To the gut
We ain't giving a fucc
When bucc better ducc
Cuz I'm
fuckers stayin' mad
Bastard, I'm a Snow, just like what we writing in
I get high and ride dragons just to come home again
We in the stu', too high to even
the bitches at the club and the bottles on us
That's what everybody say, oh yeah
We gon' turn up, niggas know
Bitch I'm tryna get paid
Think about it every
I know it's hard to say goodbye
That's fine by me
Your tears dry into me
When I let you go
I'm somewhere else, all alone
I'm back to nowhere
If home
HOLD EVERYTHING
Hold everything till I come home
No matter how long I'm gone
Don't be tempted by their money and booze
Nobody's gonna fill my shoes.
go
And bring her back to stay right by my side
I''m comin'' Ro-o-ose, I''m comin'' Ro-ose
Years ago-o when I was just a poor boy
And her weathly
worry baby)
Meet me at the southside
Get you home by midnight
Make sure that your daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I'll put you in
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
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