| I can’t make it home
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| One blunt, one more shot of a patron
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| I’m lit, I can’t make it home
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| Cops right behind me
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| I might be gone!
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| I can’t make it home
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| One blunt, one more shot of a patron
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| I’m lit, I can’t make it home
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| Cops right behind me
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| I might be gone!
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| I can’t make it home
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| I know I just left your crib
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| But, I’m about to make the block and come back
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| It’s too hot over here, matter of fact
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| Police behind me right now and shit!
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| I’m kinda' bent
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| I’m glad I got tint
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| Damn! |
| I hope they don’t try to tow my shit!
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| I should’ve chilled, though
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| No, them patron shots
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| See, I drink Crown Royal
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| That’s my drink!
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| Know what I’m talkin' about?
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| But, nevertheless, I gotta' stay between the lines
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| 'Cause if I trip, then I dip
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| Then if I swerve one more time
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| They gonna be…
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| On my ass
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| Like white on rice
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| Like shit on grass
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| So I grab what I have and stash it
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| I got the time for no harassment
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| (I can’t make it home)
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| Aww, shit!
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| Aww, damn, baby, I’m gonna have to call you back
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| Yeah, they’re pullin' me over
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| (Excuse me, sir — you sober?)
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| I can’t make it home
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| One blunt, one more shot of a patron
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| I’m lit, I can’t make it home
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| Cops right behind me
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| I might be gone!
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| I can’t make it home
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| One blunt, one more shot of a patron
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| I’m lit, I can’t make it home
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| Cops right behind me
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| I might be gone!
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| I can’t make it home
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| Yeah, they got me
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| He tried to pull me
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| Out the car, I had to resist
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| He almost shot me
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| But, I’m cool
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| He found a blunt, it wasn’t burnin'
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| But he smelled it and he checked it
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| I had a warrant in East Texas
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| So I was cuffed and stuffed
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| In the back of the car
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| He didn’t report the cigar
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| I guess he thought I was a star
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| But we drove real far
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| Fo' about six hours
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| I really had to piss, my wrist no longer had power
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| Couldn’t even take a shower
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| Surrounded by niggas
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| I’ll only be there a couple of hours, I figured
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| As far as the weed, I think he kept it and he smoked it
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| But he got me on a DUI and I’m on some broke shit
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| So I’m a need you to go down to the bail bondsman, y’know
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| And try to come up with a few funds
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| And hurry up and run down here
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| And get me outta this one!
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| Hello?
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| I can’t make it home
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| One blunt, one more shot of a patron
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| I’m lit, I can’t make it home
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| Cops right behind me
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| I might be gone!
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| I can’t make it home
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| One blunt, one more shot of a patron
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| I’m lit, I can’t make it home
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| Cops right behind me
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| I might be gone!
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| I can’t make it home
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| … I can’t make it home
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| One blunt, one more shot… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Make It Home , by - Devin the Dude. Song from the album Landing Gear, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп