Lyrics:
me home"
Singing, "Oh, when they call me home"
Gonna ride the lightning
There's a man in a black coat standing at a crossroads
With a pad in his
me home"
Singing, "Oh, when they call me home"
Gonna ride the lightning
There's a man in a black coat standing at a crossroads
With a pad in his
"I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in"
to rest his feet
A fat man walks into the pizza shop
Another little one walks out with nothing
Pretty girl walks by and I say,
She turns her back,
Far from home, a man with a mission
In the heat of the glistening sun
In the heart of ancient tradition
This man's journey has only begun
Lead
man like Mischief ya nah ay, Trapo
What you sayin'? You got
Another one for this?
Splash that yola for twenty one seconds
It came out so solid
I got
of lies
They've taken my heart and soul - they trade a mountain of gold
Inna a dis a feeling home - all a dem man, dem haffe go, uh-oh,
Uh-oh, man haffe go
I'm a wandering soul
I'm a vanishing man
c vanishing man
I chain-smoke till dawn
By the green glow of the dash and the cell phone
I let the seek keep
somethin' in the bank? Then the dice is here
I could show you how to gamble your money, handle a gun
But be a family man and go home to your son
Light
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
hadn't drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D.
And I said hey dude can't you just leave her alone
She ain't done nothin' wrong man and we just want
(Ertu)
(Lucas)
Ow, yeah, got a stash spot by the lake (uh-huh, yeah)
Ask how I'm doing man I'm great (yeah)
Nine ounces drying on the plate
out in the night
Tryin' to make a lil' money then come home to a fight
A little fuss, can't trust that's it's never enough
When embraced by your
I'll never miss when you walk by 'cause you out there skeemin'
Oh I was tryna know, I was tryna be a better man
I need a piece of mind
I'm not
need your man he a nerd
Can tell by my walk ‘imma put on a show
I bet they watch from distance for sure
Make the right move and I might take you home
to see who pick the mouse up
Walk by, open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Comin? home from school, your brains on your
with my brother
To see who pick the mouse up
Walk by open up the oven door to heat the house up
Everyday, police would swarm
Coming home from school
Well, he came home from the war
With a party in his head
And modified Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up like butterfly wings
I live on a battlefield
Surrounded by the ruins of the love we built
And then destroyed between us
The smoke has cleared
As I stumble through
Hey Dave, you know when we get home
We're really gonna catch it
What's our excuse this time?
Well dear, we'll just tell 'em
We're sittin' up
With
This is your life, yo
You got ups and you got downs, man
You got downs and you got ups
We all go through the same thing on different days, man
than a blizzard
I got some iron from my man and went to pay the stupid bitch a visit
I'm ringin' the bell like hell
Oh nobody's home huh? So I
I try to play cool
Actin' like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin' at home, all alone
Tryin' to keep myself from
As the queen is
Fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a
Rat it is hetero four
Hear to three forthirightly stated.
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