Lyrics:
Let me take you on a trip, real quick, to the place I call home (I call home)
You've probably heard all about it before but there's more to the O
met
A taste I long for even now
I yearn for your soul to be in me again
And so they ran, an unaccepted love
As one had left their home, so too would
A motherfucking lap dance
Shorty gon' do whatever say she's a rap fan
Every nigga around me robbin', Batman
All black coupes all black wheels
Step out the line
I'm
You can come party with the Migos and won't go home til the morning
I came to party, 3 bitches menagin'
2 bitches give me back rubs
I want massages
You
The colours above and the shadows below
Take me down for a ride on that old dirt road
Back Home...
Back home...
Those cut off jeans, and your elegant strides
I live
Let's get drunk, forget what we did
I'ma buy you a drank, ooh (then I'm a take you home with me)
I got money in the bank
(Shawty, what
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
and home of the brave
How the fuck we still get treated like slaves
All my black brothers and sisters need saving
How the fuck we still get treated like
I'll take a kiss from dead Matty's lips before you lay your hand to me
And then Judge Arlen, up he jumped and loudly he did bawl
And with Matty's
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
an angel sitting by the tram
Jet black hair
Dark brown eyes
Summertime dress
Draped around the sides
Looked and me and smiled like you gotta give it a try
No
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
above my chest and heart
You pried my lips apart with yours
Takes me further back to where
When the odds weren't yours and mine
Our hearts declined
nothing
I used to play tough with the cops, had ideas
Told my girl who protest hold me a spot
And I'll go
Black folk know what talking white means
But
Found people saw me as a stick on the mud
Now I hire people to clean the mud off my kicks
Mob ran deep back then we was like Mobb Deep
All
Yeah she wanna take a ride in my motherfucking whip
We gon fly by tonight
Got some dollars gotta spend
Yeah
Yeah she wanna take a ride in my
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
and your style can age like wine
But for now I'mma send you back to the original timeline
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
not coming home,
And if I'm on her screen saver,
That, that mean later we gone.
If I let her take a picture,
She gonna roll wit me.
If I let her
me a whole lot of pain
I don't care, we don't fit
Take a bite, it's my treat
Killing me, bit by bit
I wish that we all could
Just snap out of it
Go
hurting
Got me burning back to back, I black on tracks can't do no midget, no
I make life look easy all my shorties say I'm difficult
I been thumbin through
you that shit that they want you to know what's going on
That **** they want me to be
Oh he not at home
You call me back, there'll be some real shit
in blood
Instead I'm in black again
Blacking on tracks again (Oh)
Oops I'm alive and well
You rather see me go die on film
Shot by the popo just lying
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