back home Back home Come home It's been so long I can hide no more So hang up that phone 'Cause I'm coming back home Back home Drive me home Drive me home
Come home It's been so long We're missing you at home So hang up that phone Cuz I'm coming back home Come home It's been so long Can't hide no more
Traduction: Faith No More. Accueil des malades.
back home Back home Come home It's been so long I can hide no more So hang up that phone Cause I'm coming back home Back home Drive me home Drive me home
Cease We don't even talk no more it's no biggie I was so Biggie, you was Faith I let you slide in my home, you was safe I thought my ability to provide
more reason to even bother [Hook] [Verse 5: Layzie Bone] Look nigga I ain't worried bout nothing Cause it's a little thing I know called faith All
just miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) Homie, I'll never forget you (no) (Verse 2) For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll
I. Reflection Cunning, Baffling, Powerful Beaten to a pulp Vigorous, Irresistabel Sick and tired and laid low Dominating, Invisible Black-out, loss of
home I am deserting i hold my breath and wait only moments remain movement for departed hope effect for absent friend sever the faith from my body leave me begging for more
roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith
, Staring from the bottom of his soul, Watching the night come in from the window It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again In sickness
pain that I Can't see the sunshine no more I'm so used to the pain that the the sickness feels like the cure [Wyclef ((Claudette)):] Ay, but if only
, oh I just miss you, oh I just miss you, oh Homie, I'll never forget you, no For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life So sick it'll blow
of death Want to hunt me down all the need for people Heaven I wonder, will the devil catch me shall prevail Lately even heaven is flashy sick of this
