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Home Grown Break Me Down

I'm so high, I feel nothing So, break me. Break me down again It feels like I'm losing everything So, break me. Break me down again Break me down I

straight I'm so high, I feel nothing So, break me. Break me down again It feels like I'm losing everything So, break me. Break me down again Break me down

Allah that I'm hittin' for y'all. Growin' up on the New York concrete lookin' Lilke a little snotty dish of prodigy cookin'. They called me Little Man

But now a nigga grown started sellin bigger stones Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit alone Keep it on the hivic homes, can't leave ya shit at home

out everything, break you like an eskimo, Wanna fly, we can go, anywhere you wanna go, Jimmy Choos in Italy, Louis V in Tokyo, Something like Pinnochio, If you lie down, I'ma grow

know! And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime

stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag Born from a throne, older than Rome But violent prone, poor people zone But it's my home, all

m saying? We gonna get me a new pad, you know? We gonna do a lot of things for each other, it's gonna be beautiful Maybe get me a Rolex Me and you

pull then the plow won?t go If the seed don?t set, crop won?t grow Chickens to the market, seven miles to town Gotta make it home ?fore the sun goes down