a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home -Chorus- -Phil Collins- So take, take me home, Cause I dont remember, Take, take me home, Cause I dont
ll show you who's real, when you broke aint a thrill Got bills waiting on me, and its drama in my ear I wanna sit still, but I'm busy tryna live Forgiving
vests and Hummers, we fucked the whole summer The only reason, cause your man be tryin to take me under So now I sit and wonder, like I ain't got no clue
wall Don't look under your bed Hear footsteps in the hall Somebody's gonna come get me And take me to the woods in the fall Dont look under your bed
, The day I see a cage fighter in drag, ah, I don't want a tomorrow without friction, Jump in to beef, both feet first, Make foes eat their words, And sit
[T.I] Now I don't really care what you call me just as long as you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with"
you did to get it and dont stop (dont stop) I made a promise to my momma I'mma out live her How can I be a quitter when haters dont stop (dont stop)
even at the cost of my lyrics cant bare it I need you Im nothing without you Im scared of life I need someone by my side i dont wanna just sit and hide
a record shelf i dont brag but i tellem like it straight up iz befo you do a record partna handle the bizness and dont get caught slippin on the under
up your leg your thighs let a nigga go peak inside. dont worry bout where yo car is imma give you this dick to ride. i kno its christmas eve ill fuck you under
me get on the mic and show you what I can do When I'm all alone cold rockin' on the microphone At home [unverified] playin' under the phone [Unverified
Lose ya bodily functions Have me think you gon sh*t Middle fingaz, strong click Bun B, the strong spit Put you six feet under Why not have a long sit
go, dont wanna stare then we go Hynas like to follow mi carro, cali baby i'll take you home tomorrow i promise i'm honest,poke you like nopales dont
' calamity, damnit, We bring the beat, With just the right flow? Yes with my crew, On some F.T.I. 2 Even though we underdogin' Don't mean we under yall
told yo kid you nice man I'm cold but don't make me say that twice wreckin on this here mic is my life is you with that when I recline I sit back Let'
i used to rely on you, but then i saw you, staring up from under sheets that lie on top of hospital beds, but where is your pulse? you want to pull
, yessirr, lay you, lay you down, yeah, lets go, imma sit back and smoke, i might grab muh guitarrr I got these bullets in tha cham-ber dont make me
fell off, nobody could save me I play in the background, I don?t back down So don?t get it twisted, tryna play me First I come out, they underate me Then