gone (My heart takes me Home, been so long, They won't remember me now) Yes I'm going back there somehow, (Lonely road that leads me nowhere Home, I was wrong Home
re gone (My heart takes me Home, been so long, They won't remember me now) Yes I'm going back there somehow, (Lonely road that leads me nowhere Home, I was wrong Home
night red district places she seen more hotels than my tour suitcases or male customers than Old Navy's she love limelight more than John Swaybis seen more miles
So the streets is dangerous For the city Drive slow or the cops will get ya' And sit back while I paint this picture For the city It's been my home
Hey, it's good to be back home again Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend Yes and hey, it's good to be back home again There's all the
track learn to pick and shovel too And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to." John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies John Henry's
no more candles Whatever you do Then Willie stopped singin' And the prairie wind blew The grain kept rollin' on For miles and miles The fields of fuel Kept rollin' on for miles
, I walk for miles like Isaac Hayes Run relays where your team gets delayed She keep a magnum by the ashtray When Pras come to visit with John Forte' !
penny pushin and i'm bigger, So you hate on me cause you lack paper and i'm gritter, Wit two biancas up on my arms like John Ritter, Oh my goodness is
skill taking life. More than just a man, the woman cried. More than just a man stood laughing as she died. (iii) Harley Street Nice man Jack is home
It's easily said with your gun to my head No one wants to fight a fighter If this is a dream then I'll stay out of bed It's always dark before it gets
man good for you. Nothing to say gets through the day sleepin' 'til late, Roll on the night hides from the light that's makin' him wait. Takin' his speed home
There's a man behind the guitar And he's not too happy as a superstar. Am I asking too much Will you reach out and touch The man behind the guitar? BIG
Danny's been here Then the storm it broke and drove the boat To the rocks about ten miles from shore As we fought the tide we hoped inside To see our homes
with some serious funk I wouldn?t buy you a car, no diamonds and shit All the time talkin? about your fake-ass gifts George bought you a ring, John
I can tell you I, I can show you, oh, I I'm tha magnificent with tha sensational style Down to all of my automobiles wit no miles Yellow corvettes,
blessings, hope that there's more for me Than just a simple life N-ggas that I used to hoop with is doing triple life Gave up the jump shot Work on the john
