| Waylon and Willie 2
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| They say, home is where the heart is, mama
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| Made it out of that snake pit
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| Now snake skin on these boot tips
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| I see loose lips sank the last ship
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| So I set sail on a new trip
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| Some mistakes I never make again
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| Circle lot no one breaking in
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| I gotta sit back and try to take it in
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| I know perseverance, what it take to win
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| Hard to push when the world pull
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| When the ones you love they try to burn you
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| Death coming smell her perfume
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| Try to make it home before the curfew
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| I was running late and the doors was locked
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| And the windows too, no where to turn to
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| After all the money I done burn through
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| I woke up broke on a church pew
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| With a new goal in on a 45
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| A fire in my eyes and some hunger pains
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| I spent my younger day just chasing fame
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| To get burnt by the flames that money brings
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| Blazed trails and I torched bridges
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| Ain’t no turning back and I’ve moved on
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| Home is where the heart is
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| I’ve been heartless too long mama
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| Mama says, you can’t go home
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| You can’t go home, you can’t go home
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| Mama says, you can’t go home
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| Can’t go home, can’t go home
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| I’ve spent some time in the house of a rising son
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| Mirror on the wall I’m in fear of what I’ve become
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| Same thing I’m living for, same thing I’m dying from
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| Mama says, you can’t go home, you can’t go home
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| I’ve spent some time in the house of a rising son
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| Mirror on the wall I’m in fear of what I’ve become
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| Same thing I’m living for, same thing I’m dying from
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| Mama says, you can’t go home, you can’t go home
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| Early in the morning breath stanking and yawning
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| I can feel last night from the dranks and the yoda
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| Heart beatin so fast I was thinkin its over
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| Now my first thought is that I hate that I’m sober
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| Dealin with the demons that I can’t get control of
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| Dealing with the ones that I can’t get ahold of
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| How many day away from commitin a hold up
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| Till we be patient and even the haters will show love
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| My brother told me Bubba get that check
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| And don’t worry about bullshit cuz you got next
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| Then we know when you get it that you gonna flex
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| Then I’ll be overlooked like the New York Jets
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| Pay attention to them homies when they want for ya
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| Back biting and acting like they get along which ya
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| But as soon as you catch a case and end you up in the place
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| The motherfucker won’t even hit the phone for ya
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| I’ve done seen them stand tall and I’ve seen 'em fall
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| You can’t me shit I’ve done seen it all
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| I ain’t worried about chips, you can keep 'em all
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| But I promise you this I’m gonna bring it raw
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| I’m just trying to put my people on
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| I’m just trying to bounce some property from singing songs
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| Trying to wake up from the cloud I’ve been dreaming on
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| And I ain’t planning on going back when I was leaving home
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| Mama says, you can’t go home
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| You can’t go home, you can’t go home
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| Mama says, you can’t go home
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| Can’t go home, can’t go home
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| I’ve spent some time in the house of a rising son
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| Mirror on the wall I’m in fear of what I’ve become
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| Same thing I’m living for, same thing I’m dying from
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| Mama says, you can’t go home, you can’t go home
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| Can’t go home…
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| I’ve spent some time in the house of a rising son
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| Mirror on the wall I’m in fear of what I’ve become
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| Same thing I’m living for, same thing I’m dying from
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| Mama says, you can’t go home, you can’t go home |