Lyrics:
by Europe
Final Count Down
She deposit check
Fly away on jets
Never care for ex
Demanding her respect
High self esteem
Baby girl’s a queen
I got
ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said
no better
Put a hundred million in my head
If you don't got it, let me know
Recommended you do better, better, yeah
I'm never home
The road's so
Well, I ain't been home for so doggone long
I almost forgot where I come from
Ain't got no money but I still ain't a bum
I'm almost nearly but not
blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
Enjoyin' life now but I've been through it
Sometimes I
I don't need to paint
I painted over ten thousand paintings
Sad ones, funny ones, dark ones and light ones
I've done haystacks and rich old ladies by
of the games
And she’s getting tired of me whipping on James (That’s her new boyfriend by the way)
I’ve never been happier in my life
Since the day I got away
popping bottles swear I left my house on monday
I don't think im gonna make it home by Sunday
To an extent
I'm undecided cos my love change with my preference
You though you was wife but my words come with deception
Leave you for the night and you got
to wear by
well-informed opinions
constantly
All my friends are
professionals from polite
society
So come and sing the middle class Liberal
I've got a home
a walk with my wife and hold her hand
Come home and play some catch with my oldest son
I'll wake in the next morning and I'll feel just fine
Lovin' what
By the time you hear this
I'm already dead
I've been enraged
Its the end of days
Where survival is dependent
On my sinful ways
I'm searching for
right
Pretty smile, light brown eyes
I've got miles on them other guys, face it
You could search America, Russia or Germany but never will you find
And find a wife that can stand out around all of this treesh
I wish they made a song for niggas that ain't got a home
Or when they home they ain't home but
My woman says it's a dog gone shame the way
Some men bring their wives money
And furs and jewelry and I come home
Ain't got a dime and smellin' like
to us
In God we trust, don't make a fuss
Let us discuss, this is a must, you need to know
I've made mistakes, but I've since grown
Baby I'm home to stay,
my wife
She's got some ESP and it's always aimed at me
Cause my missus never misses a thing, I swear there's radar on these wedding rings
She got eyes
Whoa. Amazon Prime. Whoa, don't forget Wayfair. Whoa.
I come home a little four by seven, Derek Jeter plaque. Where's that going? More Yankee shit. What
that got me feeling so sublime,
maybe in the future when I meet my wife,
That's when I'll toss back and clear my mind. Am I stupid?
Am I really that
got paid, get fucked up
Riding on chrome, get fucked up
Home alone, get fucked up
Oh you're not a ten, get fucked up
You met my friend, get fucked up
at home you tryna rob
When you got inside you got sodomized by a lotta guys
Girls pile up in Young Zee room
I fucked the wives of about twenty grooms
right
Pretty smile, light brown eyes
I've got miles on them other guys, face it
You could search America, Russia or Germany but never will you find
imitation (Like uh)
OK, lemme talk my shit, no hype shit but the money came by quick
Not thy kid, you can catch a shot lil bitch, they on my dick cause I got
you know what I mean
Yep, you know it
I'm going to drink like a fish and get wasted
Then stumble home covered in puke and piss
To wife and kids. Shit
I
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