if I lost everything that I have known (They feel like home) It don?t matter where I lay my head tonight Your arms feel like home, feel like home, they feel like home
all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel
in World War Three I see destruction and poverty And I feel like I wanna go home It's okay if you're coming with me 1 - {Whitney} Your love is my love
't wait to get my arms around you And feel your touch If I don't see you real soon baby girl I might go insane I know it's only been three hours But I
'an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah
all bad, plus styes that run up like blood fluid Yo, I'm true to this, wet rap flows like breakin' mucus Hit you so hard, it feels like a shift in yo
a kite. WHOA! up so high, i see the school, 8AM, that's the rule! flying slowly, time is marking, down below the dogs are barking, I feel like
a three pointer, while y'all niggas throwing javelins Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping The ? arms
dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down [repeated] Your halo slipping down
in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef? Seperate your soul from your flesh if you ever hate, keep your comments to yourself, watch your soul
type of cat like me to be dealing with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealing Body revealing and big wheeling This shit is illin, I don't like
We throw a three pointer, while y'all niggas throwing javelins Sweating your whole shit, feel your clothes dampeing Dancing in a line of four wheel drives we lamping The ? arms
you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I
up in World War Three I see destruction and poverty And I feel like I wanna go home It's okay if you're coming with me 1 - {Whitney} Your love is my
from under your door. They found you three days later, You were buried under your sheets. It was too damn hard to watch As heaven and hell held you down like
