faded Coming together is better than never letting go Of the feeling you let in I can't imagine living alone And containing my every little thought inside my head Home, home, home
are faded Coming together is better than never letting go Of the feeling you let in I can't imagine living alone And containing my every little thought inside my head Home, home, home
the part of Billy the Bird is played by a flute, like this... The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe... Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All
look pretty what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense My presence felt my name is
Smash pretty boy niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep with my entourage My whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, a.k.a The Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle
pretty boy niggas, crush they karma Eat bones with alligators, roll deep, with my entourage My whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle
to the max whenever I pass cops Heart Skippa beat whenever the bass drop My shit is quaken Got my rear-view vibratin' Pulled up next my gran-mommy at
men at home lady I'm a freaky thing [Chorus:] Hey There Home Boy Wake up cause the girls real pretty It's time to get gritty From city to city Hey There Home
my right on my right hand side And then I'll chill you to my left on my left hand side And when I meet you in the middle on the real deep freeze Then
B.C. My niggaz love the stellas, cold-hearted killers Real cap pealers, real niggaz feel us Ain't no squealers, a lot of dope dealers Bang diggy dang dang
Trouble is your middle name That's a dangerous place to be Within your mis-en-scene There is no sobriety No dancing in the street No roaming on your
impatience is my middle name. And if sometimes doesn't fit when I try it on. Tell me why should I take it home? Senna: Baby, Baby, it's not a love thing
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to
What a pity, blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense Tree scents is dominant, can't be covered with incense My presence felt, my name is Kweli from
my piece pipe Ducking the snipe shot off the top Of the White House and cop 4'S War never does and many causes My offense is my defense extreme precautions