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Beach House Home Again

Home again Driven back she's still waiting for a friend little purple burgundy (?) Remember what you've always meant to be Something in the way a

, it was white on white As we walked to the car, I couldn't help but recognize Her small waist and sexy thighs She had a beach house she owned and a restaurant

you will catch the clap From Colorado, to Arizona All the way back home to California In Chattanooga, they know the tip Short Dog in the house, I'm

me up at 3 a.m. You're fighting with your mom again And I'd go, I'd go, I'd go Somewhere with you, yeah I won't sit Outside your house And wait for the

Sick lake views, Big pent house sweets, Champs-elysees is magnifique, Gucci sweats when im out in tha streets, Lindi shorts when im chillin in tha beach

wit In that nook I found you so old and tired would you be the one to carry me? I'd like to be someone you could finally learn to love again Made our

to shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot All my little homies I want to see you come home like me I want to see you come home like me,

shine like light And the day keeps runnin' faster Into the arms of night The stitches on the tapestry say "Everything in time Will find its way home again

stun and to stagger with words as such stone, that those who do hear cannot again return home razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust