I never Never went home again I'm on my way home, I left three days ago But no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is filled
are from "Home is Where the Hatred Is" by Gil Scott-Heron [Common] Yeah {* "I'm on my way home" - sample repeats throughout} They say home is where
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are from "Home is Where the Hatred Is" by Gil Scott-Heron [Common] Yeah {* "I'm on my way home" - sample repeats throughout} They say home is where the
m the rookie? But my features and my show's ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it
I'm on my way, headed up the stairs To my surprise, a nigga replacing me I had to take him to that ghetto university [Chorus 2 - Kanye West] (All of
got money, ooooh Well I guess my chances are fifty, fifty But my vision is twenty, twenty So I'll be counting a hundred hundreds (All of the lights) Oh, my
m in love with you But the vibe is wrong And that haunted me all the way home So I keep in mind When I?m on my own Somewhere far from home In the danger
And everytime I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by Watching you should be a thrill, got the fellas Hustling trying to get, steady screaming my, my, my, my
the rap so i stay stainless a new relationship with a banker and two pinky rings for my manicured fingers a trained german shepard that barks when its angered to watch my
our way World is Satan as I drop full to an easy Ouija board And I break now I lay me down to sleep I do this shit in my sleep, I'm sleepin' now, as
to strip See you is my new chick, so we get our grind on She be grabbin', callin' me Biggie like Shine home Man I swear she fine homes, why she always
[Kanye West] Yeah, yeah I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was so sick, I shoulda
[Verse 1: Kanye West] Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs Talk about havin' ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on And my beats was
