Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kamron , by - Waldo. Song from the album The Grove Instrumentals, in the genre Танцевальная музыкаRelease date: 03.05.2020
Record label: Ago
Song language: English
Kamron |
| Doing 75 on a 51, too drunk to be driving so I come pick you up |
| Put my all in these songs, now I’m blowing up |
| Like a fade to a fro, I see you growing up |
| Yeah, I got it on my own, I’m the chosen one |
| Bailey’s Grove, that was home for the most of us |
| Couple years I been gone, now I’m showin' up |
| Where you at and where you goin', that ain’t where you from |
| Ain’t no place like home |
| Six-hour drive to L. A, tryna open up doors like valet |
| Learned to stay on my toes like ballet |
| Knew to pursue all my goals, not play it safe |
| I never do what I’m told, runaway slave and I own my masters |
| The money is getting saved but you know we rappers |
| We still end up in chains, guess we goin' backwards |
| But I’m tryna regain a couple steps on this ladder |
| Used to stay across the street from Eli and Jasper |
| Now a nigga ballin', never played in the |
| '90s baby, Rugrats on my pampers |
| Government named us Kamron not Cameron |
| Questions that’ll never get answered |
| Wished they would have caught it on camera |
| VHS cassette tapes, watchin' And 1 |
| Whole city say I’m a legend 'cause I am one |
| Doing 75 on a 51, too drunk to be driving so I come pick you up |
| Put my all in these songs, now I’m blowing up |
| Like a fade to a fro, I see you growing up |
| Yeah, I got it on my own, I’m the chosen one |
| Bailey’s Grove, that was home for the most of us |
| Couple years I been gone, now I’m showin' up |
| Where you at and where you goin', that ain’t where you from |
| Ain’t no place like home |
| Bound now that we gainin' some weight |
| Mixing friends with business, we made some mistakes |
| Nothin' I could do now but it’s never too late |
| Niggas say he the goat but he really a scape |
| He really a square, he bent outta shape |
| I’m more like a spear shape, not Britney |
| Heroin got less steps than Britney |
| Prosper, unless you a weapon that forms against me |
| One life ain’t no rematch |
| And you wonder why we smoke weed like we need that |
| You got fat while we starved, where your feedback? |
| Then have to wish upon a star just to be that |
| I said, one life ain’t no rematch |
| And you wonder why we smoke weed like we need that |
| You got fat while we starved, where your feedback? |
| Then have to wish upon a star just to be that |
| Doing 75 on a 51, too drunk to be driving so I come pick you up |
| Put my all in these songs, now I’m blowing up |
| Like a fade to a fro, I see you growing up |
| Yeah, I got it on my own, I’m the chosen one |
| Bailey’s Grove, that was home for the most of us |
| Couple years I been gone, now I’m showin' up |
| Where you at and where you goin', that ain’t where you from |
| Ain’t no place like home |
| Ain’t no place like home |
| Ain’t no place like home |
| 'Cause ain’t no place like home |