Lyrics:
it out of town
But somehow I'm ready to slow this down
Our lives have been frittered away by the detail and
I don't know where to call our home
Where
I'm going to do
Going back home that's what I'm going to do
Turning around that's what I'm going to do
Because you've done better by me
Than I've done
am blind, don't you see
Where you are is where I'll be Where you are is home to me
I'm blinded by the thoughts that I had I'm sitting back, I'm going
this city air for long,
Workin' late, I barely see you by the time that get home,
Let's trade the office cube for an old saloon,
Maybe I'll ask
forever to be by her side
I'm just tryin to get home to see my baby tonight
We've been texting all day talking bout what we'll do when we meet again
My
burns on your soft red lips
The people around you try and tell you how it fits
But you don't care
No where's home
Traveling around
Like a beat up jug band
Red lights are flashing on a highway
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home
I wonder if we're gonna ever get home tonight
Everywhere the waters
give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home for
from the trees
One by one 'til every tale is told
If I go a-dancing out across the yellow moon
I'll be home by morning if it doesn't come too soon
If
into a cackle
And your pretty shell is dead
They’re selling graves by the highway side
Perhaps you never were
Perhaps nobody cares
Perhaps you’ll haunt
Twenty-three a gram nigga, let's do the deal
Representin the Stock Family
I don't really care how big you get pussy, you can't handle me
Won't say I'm
a road, it ain't no highway
I'm blowin' by the double five
I know I'm going way too fast
I been down this road just searching' for the end
It don't go
for love
If somewhere down the line the wheels come off
You may find me broke down by the highway
I'm alright as long as I can walk
If it comes
rules, I don't read books
I just make tunes, I don't need truth
Rather go back to the 70s
I don't really think God's letting me
I was surrounded by rats
the barbershop
Coasting on the road Highway 101
Going through these hoes 1 by 1
Santa Clara California what we represent
408 tatted on the rubber cement
Gotta
and they give her a smack
Oh I like to get my beer and sit on my front step or by the store
Hanging out where white folks fear to tread, yeah this is my home
Living in a nice home and enjoying our wealth
Awakens from a dream and pleasures herself
Energy, efficiency, improvements
The luxury of being pickier
Take Me Back To Tennessee
By
John Joseph Malayter
June 2018
Traveling down the road I’ve got too many miles to go
Waiting for the next day then
that's gone
Why? Because I'm the lyrical don
See energies floating by?
You ain't gotta pick them all
Some energies people are gonna go and pick
Don't need no more testing
Can somebody find me a reverend
And whats making me the exception
The devil wont leave me alone
Yea
Yea
I'll never go now
have by your side
Got the radio on too loud to hear and the signs on the road tell me it's time to go home
They don't know that I can't though
I can't
in a rush hour highway
I pretend I don't care about what I say
About what I say, 'bout what I say
I say too much
I say too much
I say too much
I say, I
de sa zone
Don't know what's in store
Somewhere down the roads
Where we long to be
Things we want to see
Constellations sway
Lighting up the highway
meant what you said
You want to go where it's frozen
All those places where the highways don't reach
You want to go where it glows
Somewhere that
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