can't find my way home And I can't find my way home And I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home But I can't find my way home No, I can
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kiss my Grandma goodbye, but my jefa looks so worried Pitbulls from my tierra that I call my home It aint much, but its something I can call my own I
supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit I lost my mind I can't get it back The way that I'm spittin, yo I spit ya fuckin wig back Don't front, my squad got
supreme in this muthafuckin rap shit I lost my mind I can’t get it back The way that I’m spittin, yo I spit ya fuckin wig back Don’t front, my squad got
I ain't never scared, How the Fuck You run Philly and You ain't never there, And I ain't never feared nuttin but god, You went to jail, came home and
is cold Don't know which way to go but i continue to roll (roll) the rain fall is really taking a toll on my mind and my body and on my spirit and
Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my clika Don't disrespect my mind, don't disrespect my
a long day, baby oh I can't wait To get myself off this slow lane Baby I?m stuck in traffic Hey baby girl trying to find a way off, this way Hold on
the sound I can't sit down, I can't be still, no rest until I get my fill And it got this way against my will And now i can't stop until I hear the beat
sure you know you'll find a home You sure you know you'll find a home Find a home You sure, you sure The traffic lights shine upon (? ) and the broken home
rap, go ahead and freestyle Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it If you get hungry, grab something and eat it (Ha,ha) Drinkin' in the back with my home
shoot out my doormat in the middle of my bed My life is undernourished cause my heart is underfed My days are rambling nightmares my nights are even worse Cause I can't find a way
' and the weather is cold Don't know which way to go but I continue to roll The rainfall is really takin' a toll On my mind and my body and on my spirit
I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane I'm wild, SS 'til my gas gone Hit the club like that and get back home Got a couple freaks on their way
, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape jury
