Lyrics:
to the west side
No place like home
If it's questions that you've got
Go the extra mile or not
Oh Oh Ooh
Oh Oh Ooooh
Oh Oh Ooh
Ooooh
Oh Oh Ooh
Oh Oh Ooooh
as good
As folks who wear velvet robes
Wrote home again and asked, "Please help
Their breasts I see; they're not like me
Banish them from our prairies
understand
That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid
My girl's thirteen, but she don't act her age
She can sing like a bird in a cage
Oh Lord, if you
like I'm feeling keep them hands up
And keep ya hands up
Hey, from the sunrise to the midnight star
I'm by far the hottest new thing the South seen
in the thick carpeted room that smelled like air freshener and mold
The next day at soundcheck a jaded sound-guy was bringing the PA system into
Sound advice became apparel
Sounds like life but way more sterile
Lvl 99 on forest slimes provide
Allure for tourist eyes
Sure to hit and sure to hide
I
I'm back, scattered and I'm lazy
I've relapsed back to smokin' bongs daily
Mostly in my room in a hoodie goin' crazy
Thought of like 30 movie
Bitch just stole my fuckin' whip, god damn
Bout' to pull up on that bitch, be like "blam blam"
She gon' really see the drip when I slide in
In a new
the young shiners from that's where the set be
Bitch like damn why you sound like that told her i'm tryna sound like V
Hate when a nigga act like he metro
sound?
Oh
Baby I can't do this on my own
I'll hold you close
And never let you go
It's killing me to wait girl but for you I'll try
You feel like home
I
Living all alone in that little country home
There is a light that shines out in the cold
In a small country church
In a town that no one's heard
mixing my shit with the Xanny, that bitch gotta get back (yeah)
No, my drum got a kick back (yeah)
And that shit gonna "grat grat" at his crib like a big
Stars up on my wrist, it look like constellation
Everyday's another place ain't no vacations
I can't fuck with that bitch, we ain't got no relations
mixin' up the potion
All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
Everybody knows it,
try to be
When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around, that can
try to be
When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around, that can
home, home is nest
I wanna rest my dome I wanna hold your breast
If the world would give me a chance and I could witre on by
And fly just like a kite in
got it all
What you lack
Lack
Don’t even ask
Ask
You got it all now what an ass
Now I’m at home
Now where you at?
Yeah Gimme more
Yeah Some of that
You
Everyone would listen when the king spoke
Like candlelight if glow around his words
Those stories that he'd told by now a thousand times
Still sent
profound
Prophetically I feel ridiculed by my own mouth
Stability is not sound
My brain don't operate in the haze of my minds cloud
Sanity of my own house
made me like a bullet straight into your bed If you are feeling that sound If your soul’s hanging around I’ll be standing on your ground Take flight over
can talk a little more about that
Go on, go on
You were saying this is better than sitting at home
It's true, it's so true
When they do you like
evidence for me
I've heard thunder that sounds like pain
Thousands of voices screaming my name
I've seen shit that'd make an atheist believe
But that's not
no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
Now these cats get on T.V., like they animals homes
Throw on a white T,
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