Lyrics:
Yeah we gonna celebrate today cause we got
Let the song play (we got it)
'Cause we done came a long way (we got it)
They know we get that grown pay
Damaged goods, oh, oh, oh, oh
It's a long way home
It's a long way home
It's a long way home
It's a long way home
Toughen up, I better toughen up or I
rushing by
All this while, the storm it rages on
He's turning old, he shall never return
Sail on to the eternal reward
It's a long way to go
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
There once was a man not long ago
He went by the name of dirty joe
It's said he rode the wheels all through the night
(All through the night)
She wasn't no basic thing
Looked like a painting by Bob Ross
Everyone would think the same
Yeah I want her to be the one for my summer
No, I don't want
longs for something: the deeper meaning of life something that can put everything else into perspective. Something that will let him express his
by
Would I see in it your eye
Would you turn away
Seems to me
I've been a long time
On this road
Has there been a sign
Another way
And I've
roads in gold
We take the long way home
You and I
You and I
Although the road ahead is so unsure
When you're by my side my mind is pure
It only makes me
stuck on a glacier
A long way from home, I'm all alone zoned out to tones of mother nature
I jumped the day job, waiting patiently for the undertakers
three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State
very sorry Sir, I am behind my time”.
Exclaimed Bob Cratchit while he was opening the door.
“Yes I think you are, step this way, if you please.
I'm going
Grinding nonstop hustlin i never count sheep
When I'm done runnin the streets
I'm coming home to no teeth ughh
I put it on no need for designer fashion
Let
Wuddup son? Noticed his grin looked kinds different
He had a long scar on his face, somebody jigged him
I got away when he got knocked, wish I was with
Fill me up, fill me up,
I'm a long way from home,
And I don't have a lot to say.
Fill me up, fill me up,
Cause you're all that I've got,
And I
on the defense
You’re a long, long way from home
So many keeping you here, but where
You’re a long, long way from home
Not getting out is a fear
Another deal
leaving me alone
I swear they love the dick, drip, drip, drip
They don't forget my balls
They often long to bring me home
Never leaving me alone, never
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
on tha corner tryna make a livin'
Tryna make it back home, so we take a pistol
15, mug mean, we was big boys
Clutching on tha big toys, gamble wit' tha
And every day he runs by screaming
Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
disguise?
Who is the boy with no respect?
Who's the boy by your side?
Who's the old man with no regrets?
Is he ready to die?
It's such a long way, a long
of the people involved
But now I'm more so cautious about the way that they move now
A lot of people find a home in me till they moved out
It's ironic how U-Haul
Anxiety attack had me thinking I was gon' die
Got rushed to hospital in an ambulance
Heart beating so fast I couldn't handle it
By the time that it was
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