Lyrics:
wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby
you'll abide
Cause if I have to kick some ass, better hold on for the ride
I come home to my room, it's a good thirteen by nine
Kitchen's down the hall,
as a truck driver and he drove from state to state
He likes to stop by the liquor store on his way, way back home bobby jones
He stole a truck and drove it
me dead
Shit is dark and cold
Feelin' all alone
Yeah, nobody home
Up inside my head
Shit is dark and cold
Took me by surprise every time I never lie
You got a gal you love on Sunday
Then you get another for Monday
Ain't nobody's business but my own
You say you're always home alone
How come
Our movement is built on love
That guy's got a serious weight problem
Go home, start exercising
Don't boo, vote
So I have solved this little
oh)
By myself it hurts the most (Woah, oh, oh)
No one's here so I just wanna go
Home!
I just wanna go, wanna go home
It's as far as I can go
So
other man
All i'm thinkin bout is ends and a tight benz
But it's right there
hook
Ooooh na na na na na na
Nobody's Home Nobody's Home
(x4)
My four
Fuck around with me I cut you off bitch
Fuck around with me, cut you off, I don't play
Keep that shit at home 'fore you end up in a fray
You don't want
You got a gal you love on Sunday
Then you get another for Monday
Ain't nobody's business but my own
You say you're always home alone
How come
Bill Bailey
Bobby Darin
Traditional arranged by Bobby Darin
- (#19 in 1960)
(spoken)
(Hey, Bill Bailey, Don't look now but somebody's calling you.
the back,
from a Winston cigarette that was thumped into the window
Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the scent of a woman,
Could've
nobody humping around
Except us, and that's fa'sho
Bed sheets all across my bedroom flo
You gotta go
Cuz I know ya man's coming home
But you really wanna
It was a fine day in the fifth grade
When mary may let bobby walk her home from school
He had her books in hand
And he was listening to every word
It was a fine day in the fifth grade
When Mary May let bobby walk her home from school
He had her books in hand
And he was listening to every
the cool night air
Go and see what's shaking at the Dairy Queen
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good
I'm happy she home but really tryna understand
How we let a Russia arms dealer go for Juwanna Man?
I know she can rebound, shoot, and got a little
the cool night air
Go and see what's shaking at the Dairy Queen
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good
again, home again
Home again
If i never went home again, home again
Home again
Kick it, Quit it, Kick it, Quit it, Kick it
Can't go home
Kick it, Quit it,
You got a gal you love on Sunday
Then you get another for Monday
Ain't nobody's business but my own
You say you're always home alone
How come
the cool night air
Go and see what's shaking at the Dairy Queen
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
You got a gal you love on Sunday
Then you get another for Monday
Ain't nobody's business but my own
You say you're always home alone
How come
disrespect her home
I waited all of my life just to be something
I waited all of my life just to see something
All of my life this what y'all hated for
All
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