Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home, artist - Blu. Date of issue: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Home |
| 88 carats on my gold face, shining like the golden state |
| Ridin on daytons, banging for my whole race |
| All black, no blanks |
| Spacings on my ball cap, playin like we all stacked |
| Aces, new money all black faces |
| Tell them bummy niggas fall back |
| Bases, play never broke, we gon forever blow |
| Blue weed, blue money, Blu do it better for |
| Hoes on my level know I shine like a bezzle bro, bro |
| Treasure will forever glow |
| Them specials be especially special to |
| She knew it, she tried to hold me back but she blew it |
| My partner bought an old school Buick and let me cruise it |
| Was sittin in the liquor store wonderin what the fuck was I doin |
| And thank God it was music nigga, then I’m home |
| Gonna take a miracle |
| Cause by now I know I need you so |
| Hope that you can catch me when I fall |
| I know that you can catch me |
| Catch me when I fall |
| Good golly, hood got me got me started on that |
| Bliddy in the memory from last night, dizzy yo |
| 80 shots of Henny, took an eighth of my memory on my cellphone |
| Telling this chick, she could forget me |
| I was so stoned, taking this ho home, no phone |
| Hand signalling niggas, like I don’t roam |
| Playing that postpone on em for the fifth |
| Niggas played Soul Provider 60 times in the whip |
| I’m like homes ain’t never sold dope, He ain’t never seen crack |
| He ain’t never had to tote, what he think that he G for? |
| Them niggas need PO’s to be dope, please folk |
| Ya got the game crushed you need dough |
| Live from the 53−0, from out the weed smoke and henny we pour |
| I emerge for all my people who ain’t never seen the world like me |
| Still ain’t forgot where I’m from, but now we back like the Prodigal son, |
| I’m home |
| I stay payed every first of the month |
| Dropping 100 on them meals for the times we couldn’t pay for a lunch |
| We live the life niggas couldn’t live once, twisting up, getting drunk |
| Pushing the young, pushing my lungs to the fullest extent, with the goodest |
| intent, 'til the hood is content |
| I only put it on the hood cause I’m bent |
| She came out the bar pushing a bent, I came out the bar pushing a pent |
| But go together like pepper and mint, Christian but she never made it to lent |
| My money made a denim, still I never knew what made lint, it make sense right? |
| Now make dollars 'til you get your shit polished like a new whip |
| Models on the tip like weilers on the fence or impalas on the strip |
| Had the keys to the city since a kid my nig, I’m home |
| «In a year that has been so improbable, the impossible has happened!» |