is right then I cant go wrong Holding on But I know right now I'll never make it Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow And figure out where to begin Maybe I wont
I can't go wrong. Holding on. But I know right now I'll never make it. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow. And figure out where to begin. Then maybe I won
Перевод: Home Grown. Завтра.
s just been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get, off the bus then slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders
you by tomorrow So don't you ever for a second get to thinkin' You're irreplaceable So go ahead and get grown Call up that chick, and see if shes home
round the world so hold it down while we go Haven't been home in a minute and my head's gettin' low I'll be back but gone tomorrow with the wind when
can ball Sharin' sometime together we not promised tomorrow Know the difference between love and lust Lustin' for your love f'na to feel your touch Baby I'm grown
Dawg you gotta feel me on this one What it be like dawg, I'm on some some adope grown up type shit look who I be around nigga, look who I been around
your love (baby don`t hide) Your pride is all that you`re thinking of Don`t hide your love because there ain`t time enough Same old song in a brand new dress-I grow
real [Chorus: singer] Somewhere in the heart of man (somewhere, within, somewhere) There comes a time when he must understand (when he must understand) The strong withstand, the weak will fall [repeat] Cause tomorrow
? I tell her bartender just straight patron man I'm takin one of these girls home and we can do what we do we grown we can do what we do we grown
dudes, that's that Elton John shit Ahh, to each his own, I like a fruit that's grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home Me and Tip, it's that pimpin
goin' to spend this summer back home Back home (back home, back home, back home) I'll spend my summer (back home) Back home (back home) Back home (back home, back home, back home
with a lot of dudes, that's that Elton John shit ahhh, to each his own, I like a fruit thats grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home me and Tip, thats
so cold How do you expectin' our seeds gonna grow? When you trap us in the ghetto And show love, to the other muthafuckers While we right here starvin' at home
