| I ain’t seen my lady in days
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| I been out on these streets so long
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| Late night to the early morn, I been such a rolling stone
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| And I just wanna make it home (make it home)
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| To you (to you, to you, to you)
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| Blinded by all these street lights
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| Up late, can’t sleep nights
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| My stomach growling, I ain’t eating right
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| My mind gone, I ain’t thinking right
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| I ain’t tryna just be getting by
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| Don’t want a slice, I want the pie
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| American dream and days of a heathen running up in your building at night
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| Messed up, this ain’t trick or treat
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| One wrong move they finna squeeze
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| We ain’t come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day
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| They waiting on me to get an a-okay, then the can gon' spray
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| But today’s your day, I’m a let you live, I’m a let you pay
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| Back everything you ever said to me
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| So start with the thing that you said to me
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| I was worthless, I’d never make it
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| Go ahead! |
| Spill that hatred
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| You are now face to face with the Third Row
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| Pharaoh who be down on Death Row
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| You says to me but I’ll let you, you let go
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| Chevy filled up on Petrol
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| Times like this I just roll
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| Avenue that Avenue I’m doing more than just passing through
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| I’m after you bringing traffic through
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| Banging out niggas with attitude
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| Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude
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| So like I said before don’t act a fool
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| Yeah yeah yeah, uh
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| I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you
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| I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn
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| I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you
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| I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn
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| Motherfucking Roma!
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| Stoned up
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| Feeling like I’m in a coma
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| Hold up
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| I got some money I should tend to
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| Gotta get to it, I don’t mean to Matthew Kemp you
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| But shit you
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| Ain’t heard a nigga thorough
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| It ain’t perfect, but I work
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| And that purple that I got got me on slurring all my words
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| That’s my word, that’s my boy too
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| Y’all don’t really know what I was gon' do
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| Now me stylin', your meek
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| Wanna see Ross get the A-Rod loot
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| Big play, hot juice
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| Drama called and you’re Carl Lewis
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| My opponents so obtuse
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| Even if they alone in our top two
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| I’m in Ohio watching Kyrie and Samardo hoopin'
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| Work loud, chokin'
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| On your reefer, it’s all smoking
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| Yeah yeah yeah, uh
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| I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you
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| I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn
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| I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you
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| I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn
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| Well the whole idea of the American Dream is is there really something out
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| there to be looking for? |
| Is there a… you know, you know, as college students
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| here, you know, that’s the kinda thing, you know, we’re all looking for it,
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| you know, to find out, you know, that’s why, why we’re all here, right guys? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Home to You , by - Stalley. Song from the album Know More (The Best of Stalley), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп