Lyrics:
said
You tell me you're on your own
And now I can't go home
And now you say I wasn't always by your side
By your side
But I think you know
Always did my
chores or working hard for SAT scores so
I was sent as a letter in a bigger message
Composed by babies that were brought across the North Atlantic
Dear
the junkyard
Crooked letter C-Ien-tific duck us
The ruckus I bring stings your eardrum
Hear one line I let loose, find me fearsome
Opposin' troops on my home
write you a letter
First I go home in my room all alone
Sit and wait by the phone, ring
(ring, ring, ring) got me feelin' so small
With my back against
the weeping willow were two crosses side by side
Won't you come on home boy
Yeah your mama's mighty blue from missing you
II Tru, Hustla'z, and Shifters (We are the soldiers!)
Bustas, no need to be runnin' from trues
Sucka, get murdered with skills
The ? to peel ya,
home, I want to go home,
Oh, how I want to go home!
Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
Oh, how I want to go home
You see the homefolks think I'm
Big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think
I'm doing fine yes they do
But
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
he brought me
When he handed me a letter edged in black
With trembling hands I took the letter from him
I broke the seal and this is what it said
to fight
Sometimes I'll be wanting to strike
But I need my phone
I need my home
Tell em don't turn off the lights
Yea I'm tired of being broke
Yea see
Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel
Another summer day
Is come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel
before you get meatsliced
I'm from the third, I gotta try you
Guy you play Ryu, you might lose a Ken in a street fight
Night slow guiders with both sirens
mailbox, I get letters from my cause
and every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some
the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds
dreamed about the girl who's been waiting for so long
I wanna go home I wanna go home oh how I wanna go home
Homefolks think I'm big in Detroit City
From
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars, by night I ake the bars
If only they could read
A letter to my unborn to show you my love
I'll make sure nothing ever comes between us
I'll stay by your side when life gets too rough
No matter what
I got a letter from the muthafuckin Ku Klux Klan, man
They say they want to give us a helping hand
With pulling that goddamn trigger
And killin
As I write this letter my dear child
Know that it came from my heart, my experience;
scrapes and falls fumbling to the light,
smiles and tears,
running from the dark
When you was supposed to be home
Before the street lights came on
Everybody knows
Let's go back to 2012 and write a letter to my
oh how I wanna go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by
to go home oh how I want to go home
[ guitar ]
Old home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by
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