Lyrics:
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
the gun
Safe then come home
Good afternoon I'm speaking for
It took four knocks
I was up by the third
Till I heard "room service" so I lowered the piece
Aiyo, come on home wit us man Harlem World U.S.A. man
Take a walk wit us on our block man, See how we live, DIP SET!
Yo, yo, Come on home wit me,
knows if she comes I'll please her
Why man speak like he on Ellen
Finna turn up on channel eleven
If man pull up tryna start some problems
Send him home
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
the rat race
And these days that's a special way of life
Down home, where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down home, a man's good word
a 1,000 sq ft
Inside that mother fuckin home
Had to make the risk legit now that's another business owned
JPay my motivation, soon my privacy will vanish
is my home, by something that somebody else does
This is my home, doesn’t mean they don’t have the right to do it
This is my home
This is my home
a airborne drone up ...
It's cold pneumonia we funk and I'm on you
Rapper kidnapper woke him up with ammonia
Squid games yeah man you're the organ donor
night bang bang, go home
Haha
That's not really a holiday man you spend 200 euros
You know what I mean
The ticket's 54
Ehh
You spend 10 euro a night
seafood out in Portugal
Came a long way from Ports O Call
Took the long way home, it was worth it all
Used to think when I couldn't write a verse at all
Now
the whip, walk him down, we ain't doin' no drive-by
Glock on my hip, they go, fat, fat, I fucked his bitch, got her callin' me papa
Old school drip, no dada
You chose Portugal and I've been home wishing on the dream
Am I disposable 'cause all it did was take the air from me?
I'm reading quotables 'bout
may look tonight,
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might
by
Oh I wanna go home
Pictures and the memories
Oh I wanna go home
Oh please Oh please
I wanna go home
When i see your picture
I wanna go
He's a rich man living in a poor man's house
Every night at home, feels like it's Christmas Eve
And Gracie's got his dinner on the stove, Daddy's
Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na
One man's trash is another man's treasure
One stays gone, wasn't tryna stay home
One man's walls might feel
the love so good, you'll forget it by the end of this song
Coming, coming home
Coming home
I'mma be there, I'm
Said I'm coming home, coming home
Stay at home
These days are being difficult
The world is ending now by this tragedy
What we need to be united
What we need to do and avoid
We need
just decided
If a man needs a cause to die for
Then I'll make you mine
Home is by you
Home is by you
Wherever I'll go
You'll stay my truth
home ain't been home in a couple of years
I cried my whole life man I've ran out of tears
A man with nothing is the type you should fear
Pain in my eyes
and stole land
And historically, they gave the power to the man
And historically, they came and raped the native women
And sent a continent of people from
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