Lyrics:
die tonight
Got a lot on my mind, you know that I'm high tonight
I left that black Hublot at home
So really I don't got the time
My nigga got by
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
The river flowed by my side
Me and Lukey dog got the chills run through
I think they're comin' back for me
I've been runnin' away
Since my days out back
I'm
comin' up to my home
You startin' to catch too many feelings
Girl, you know you wrong
Yeah, girl, we had a few good times (good times)
We done kicked
to ease my mind
Leave all this behind
I'm goinna' go crazy. without you baby
A bar room or that bed room back at home
I feel a cold one comin
Telling a nigga that you home
Grab my straps, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies not
Knowin' I'm comin' back
Go get the money out the safe
It's time
the phone, in a zone, face is stone
Wonderin', if you ever comin' home
I try to run the streets and play
But that feeling just won't go away
My whole life I'd
Nitas baby
Nine years old lost to the streets
Mommas baby boy kidnapped by unstable family
Original plan We pack a bag gone tonight
But
comin home my dear
I know I know
I know that they in your ear
Little fears
That you hear
Tell me when
I'll be there
By tonight
I said dont you cry my
this long for that
All my life, man, I've been waitin' for my father to come home
They told me when I graduate eighth grade, he would be home
Then
this long for that
All my life, man, I've been waitin' for my father to come home
They told me when I graduate eighth grade, he would be home
Then
every chick want my baby
My career clear while your shit look hazy
Bang with us? I don't think so, we platinum plus
With no airplay so ain't shit for
the wok by my side
You pussies want static me and faygo gon slide
303 you know where i be
Smokin on wood thats whole lotta tree
My boy comin in he rack up
that old life so boring
I been goin' crazy I ain't thinkin' 'bout a lady
Only 23 I ain't thinkin 'bout a baby
I ain't thinkin' 'bout jobs where they pay
chew it made me sneeze
Always itchin' my balls like I got some type a fleas so baby please
What you sees, is what you get
A goofball with long hair
comin' alone
I ain't comin' alone
Hand by the 9, boy come for the throne
Hotbox in the truck
All my windows up
I don't give no fuck
She want me as her plug
playin' your song and your carryin' on
Baby, I love the thought of it
Long as I know I'm the one you're comin' home to
But as long as the night ends
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
I’m still feeling like that
I know your nigga is a rat
How he doin’ twenty-five and he
Comin' home so fast? (So fast)
He hit Perky dance move
Jumps
Just to ig' my 2 way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
Without y'all comin at me with that bull
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
my baby
Comin' down
And after a while
The ship pulled into the harbor
Rollin' slow
So triple (?)
And my baby
Stepped off board
I was still
Swing by my way
And, baby oh wee
Watch yourself you might be comin' home with me
Grab your purse and baby let me grab my keys
Let's get up out this
Daddy and the Goodfellas don't stop
Can't stop, won't stop
(2x)
Sheek:
Hey, yo it's crazy we here now every chick want my baby
My career clear while your
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