What a sight for sore eyes You're an eyeball pleaser You make me go limp in the head I wish I could be back home instead Take me home again Take me home
head What a sight for sore eyes You're an eyeball pleaser You make me go limp in the head I wish I could be back home instead Take me home again Take me home
they will ever show So the ones in the west Will never move east And feel like they could be at home Dem get tricked by the beast But a where dem ago
, You're all that I am, Take me home, I'm through fighting it, Broken, Lifeless, I give up, You're my only strength, Without you, I can't go on, Anymore, Ever again
again 'Cause you're so sick of it all And you want to change everything Just how deep will you go To see through it all? If you could consume her Would
Now I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades..... We met 22 years back Fresh out the womb Now she consumes
will ever show So the ones in the west Will never move east And feel like they could be at home Dem get tricked by the beast But a where dem ago flee
rattling of old bolts and chains How it went old so quickly but that was long ago When you could fall in love with every one you know And consume the
move All I wanna bring you vibes in your life Your love consumes All day every day I dream I think of only you And those hips... ohhh Did it again, love
haterz who tripped, listen I really feel, My villain T-Will when he spit fuck them plus anybody They go get and shit. [Chorus] [Repeat 2x] [Verse 2] When the storm consumes
The seaside vultures are swarming as their heroes return home. They consume off the popularity they might gain. False praise and fake smiles. You watch
She's a model and she's looking good I'd like to take her home that's understood She plays hard to get, she smiles from time to time It only takes a camera
man or a mouse? The house light Shinin' within, when you begin to live again From the window of my room, I shoot all stars Every little bit you consume
Love taking planes and vicious bitches with no names I love to get home to pack and just pack up and do it again You ready J? Heavy thinkers, got the
strolls It's the creep show, street show, freak show, peep show Where hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls Welcome home motherfuckers you're back again