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The Animals Home Cookin

lookin' women in my home town You know I miss the home cookin' mama, that you lay down So here I am A million miles away from home But I really do

to go, go I'm already gone, already The shit that I'm on, hey I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Now

you useless (word?) When everything is wrong, it look like it'll fall I'm on the job feet first with direction and all I like coca and then gotta come home

[Hook: x4] Get Money, Get Cash Let Them Haters Hate [Verse 1: Romeo] I live for good cream The fens they want me I'm not cooked coke But I feed the dope

Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it

altar With Dionne Warwick, she couldn't predict my future Went with my feelings even though it wasn't right Creepin' with my secret lover in the middle of the night Back home

or calice But if you keep sleepin' on Joe it just could result to violence A couple of shots a clear the place Brap, cocksuckers we here to stay It's the Cook

with his friend See if you follow these You'll have mad bred To breaka house on the beach And mad trips to jacob He'll be home at night cooking you a

for the brain So check it out, smoke fills the area Drunk as fuck, launch off the aircraft carrier Your vision blurred eyes start to blink You overdid it homes