Lyrics:
Four decades ago an man left Mississippi
To fight the war in Vietnam
Did two tours and got shot received the metal of honor
When he got home he
Have you seen the old man in the closed down market?
Picking up the papers with his worn out shoes
In his eyes, you see no pride, handheld loosely
way
Even if we're in a hotel room
I know the truth
They say ain't no place like home
But really, there's no place like you
Built a house brick by
Park the car hold my keys Somebody’s driving but it ain’t me
I do the cab ride boogie the cab ride boogie
Come on driver take me home tonight
SHE GOT USED TO SLEEPING ALL BY HERSELF
IN THE MIDDLE OF A DOUBLE BED
NOW, SHE’S MET A NEW MAN, AND SHE’S COUNTING SHEEP
AND TROUBLES RUN THEIR RACE
slinger - consider me a home wrecker
I'm a gun slinger - they label me as a dome checker
[B.G.]
Nigga, I swear, you don't want me to go off
'Cause when I
to lose face
But the rest warm their hands by the fireplace
Like at the dawn of time - people in dugouts and caves
No walls, no houses
In my empty
Just, just let me touch 'em man!
Now what If I spent
My whole take home percent on getting bent
And now I can't afford my rent
Do I grab a crowbar
by the way that you switch and walk
I can tell by the way that you treat your man
That I could love you baby it's a cryin' shame
I don't want you wash
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
to set my shit right
In a backseat starin' at the city lights
In a taxi, man, I hate the city life
Take me back home, I don't care about a fare
I
Send a mask, watch me move when I move (when I move)
I think God picked your card, man, I think he want you (gotta go home)
Anybody with 'em get
the blues
Try to be a good man
Work my fingers to the bone
And you return the favor
By messing up my happy home
You played so many dirty tricks
Till I
somebody else's home.
I been good to you, would do anything you say.
Yes, I been good to you, do anything you say.
But you've hurt me so long, drove my true
bags
Let me call you a cab
Standin in the front yard
Tellin me how I'm such a fool
How I'm never gonna find a man
Like you
Got me twisted
You must know
tall, dark and handsome cowboy man
Would you like to dance with me?
And I said hey pretty cowboy lady
I got a little girl at home that thinks the world
people behind me and I don't have verizon
Man I'm chillin with my niggas nigga
And a couple cool bitches
What the fuck u doin? Bullshitttin
Me and my
people behind me and I don't have verizon
Man I'm chillin with my niggas nigga
And a couple cool bitches
What the fuck u doin? Bullshitttin
Me and my
of view
To anyone passing by and it's who they're talking to.
There was someone on the platform talking to the folks
About the TV god and all the pain that
When you walk in the house show me love (21)
It ain't even gotta be Valentine's Day
I'ma still leave some roses by the tub (on God)
Go through so
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
I'm so glad to be here tonight and I'm so glad to be home
And I believe I've got a message for every woman and every man
Here tonight that ever
but when I try
To holla, she gon' resist
In her man she trust
So when I walk by her
She be screaming this
Fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down
You don't know who you f***ing with
Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican
This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist
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