Lyrics:
to be honest, I’m tired, I’m angry, but I don’t know what to do
So, I’m going to just make this statement
Cause this is my home
This is my home and I'm
like abuse is a game?
Like tearing down your son’s father is a game
You have a son! Why are you
Still competing with me by telling him bad
Things about
Staring at the stars with the lights off
Let’s Party til morning, I don’t wanna go home
She did sum coke & then she partied
To a sad song
She said this
don't ask
She say I won't tell a soul
We live by the code live by code we we live by the code
Won't tell a soul
We live by the code live by code we we
from her again
I think it's because she associates me with that bad night
That ended at Bob Evans, and I understand
And on the way home, I said
latina
Who would get me to bust
I need that girl by my side
I want that girl, but all she does is hide
Don't know where to go with out her
Don't know how
I'm Coming Home
I live my life in the gutter
And this gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my gutter
And I swear I won't ever leave again!
her (yeah)
If she fuck a broke nigga that's tragic, uh (that's tragic)
I flew her in from Houston (from Houston)
She listen to Scarface and Travis
of niggas got murdered
For runnin' they mouth and talking shit
That they ain't heard of
Bad bitch with me, she got it slurpin'
She call me baby, I gotta eat
Fill your lives
With nothing but lies
And I would like to apoligize
(repeat twice)
You can't stand right here
And tell me everything is going
buss yes (Buss)
I can't fuck with shawty cause I know that bitch she worthless
She going fuck my partna then she coming in a sundress
And her titi long
always fucks your orders up
(Yeah)
Me and my buddy were just down there
And there's this fuckin' dude
With a pedo mustache named Shannon
(He's a douche)
He
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home
trippin'
Tell me what you 'bout to do
She told me she about to go home,
But first she gotta stop by the store
She needed double A's for a new device,
living like a motherfuckin' wrestler
If I ask, I know she'll let me live like I'm a bachelor
Mercedes
Baby
Mama I made it
Prevail, I'm shady
Latest
high can't finish sentences this b**** keep asking where I live will be there in a minute b**** what she don't know we going straight back to the D
what's up with my girl that's my world
She a slut ho
That's my live, that's my wife, I love her
Uh-oh, Oh no, Oh God, she a slut, she a freak
Aiyoo,
back to coka
Niggas talkin shit bruh, hang him by a ropa
Hit em wit the choppa
Call that shit hot lava
Call me waka flocka aka young wild nigga
Aka young
She's the one who stands by me
With open arms she welcomes me
She's my morning, noon and night
When I wake she's my first light
She's the one that
wasting time
Extending my prime
Clothes by design
Spent a grand
I'm a dime
Shorty she fine
But only a nine
718
But i live on the 3
Went VIP
to this
Yeah i've been going fast but still no answer
She took my heart and then left me with a cancer
She made me weak to prove i'll never fight for
ghost
Smoke my dope I'm blowing O's
Bust my nut, I'm going home
If you in a glass house, tell me, why the fuck you throwing stones?
Okay wait, I'm very
like I'm trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls they waste my time,
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics everyday,
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