Lyrics:
know you were wrong
Now your sitting home all by yourself
The man you thought was yours is gone
(repeat)
Chorus 4x
hurryin' home, oh God, it's been one of those bad days
But with a flick of a switch and a twist of the dial
She gets love on the airwaves
And they send her
he know where home at
Watch his own back sticking out like a bone shaft
They getting blown back
Four axe and stone macs and stain all that
Don
When we're all alone
We try to make love
Somebody call you on the phone
I don't know what his name is
But I know, I know this is life
But that,
on a rock
But tears came to my eyes when he showed me my block
[ Tevin Campbell (& Andrae Crouch Singers) ]
Stokie's just Stokie, mama
(Stokie's Stokie)
but the men and children are all good
These people are in mansions in masks and hoods
Check James Woods home
And James Homes
Cuz Holmes wasnt alone
By 25 everybody locked or died
To busy playing around never looking ahead
Every funeral, cats get upset and cry
Turn their heads towards the sky trying
who, shit get thick like I'm molasses
I'ma get 'em and put 'em in something sinister Dennis, you motherfuckin' menace,
I'm 'bout to finish 'em
When
a Savior just like me
Jesus said that I commit murder if I get angry
So pray, pray, pray for James to be saved
And don't stop prayin' after today, that's all
pop me one
While you by the bar I grab your boy a shot of rum
I'm the shit to the point you gotta stop I got the runs
Uh-oh, uh-oh! Why they all
- female singer
"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
God's given me all this, still
I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew
It's a facade and it's
why bitches hate you
Imma Keep you by my side like a Pager
When you want it you can get it
Buzz me like a waiter
Hit my jack
Baby go ahead save
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
respectfully
They did it to they selves so fuck if they get upset with me
Y'all know what happened, y'all heard what happened but y'all don't care
Y'all still
Shaving faces
When I go for mine
Get up
And just go instead
Ready up and hold your head
Home you use to folding bread
Here you gotta fold your bed
It
, he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
There's gonna come a day
For each person to die and then to face God
None of us know when it's our time to go
So while we all still alive/Just
Repent
I’m Average Joe
I’m a singer in a rock n roll band
I’m breaking hearts all across the land
I read the plan on the back of god’s hand
I don’t think you
- female singer
"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
a whaaburger and some french cries
How ’bout a whineakin? You little sissy boy
God damn James Charles what you
Want a round 2 for?
Thought he had a plan to get
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