sent in for the first storm Darling I love you let me come back home. I can't stand this living alone Don't want to come back home cause I did you wrong
Traduction: Pas question. Come Back Home.
sent in for the first storm darling I love you let me come back home. I can't stand this living alone don't want to come back home cause I did you
lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Fuck the money I'm leavin' I'm goin' back home
money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Fuck the money I'm leavin' I'm goin' back home
Change gonna come, change gonna come, Change gonna come, change gonna come, It's been a long... A long time coming but I know change gonna come, change
They know not to try me though Yeah I like pussy, just not standing by me though My man did 15, he came home grimey though Hold his gun eh'day, still
When we reminisce, when we reminisce, when we reminisce Let the smoke signals guide you back home like Indians And lend the spliff and bullshit with my
I woke up early evening and I knew I was alone Did the sun come up or did it rain again, I?ll never know I felt the acid in my stomach rise above my throat
when her legs come apart And if I was to ever fall off my game she wouldn't leave me She'd help me get back on my feet and back on my CHANGE [Chorus:]
alone, and I'm about this sure I can't take no more we'll mask together, wrecking the stage together We shine together, we ride forever, pull back in
with glitter and exotic tats You know my stats, superfly, MAC I'm in the back getting worked by this girl named Cognac, matta fact I want to take her home
coming home, like to give you that RAW Favorite position, from da back Door Girl u know da drill don't ask no questions... U ALREADY KNOW!!! Papa coming
X: 112 with various ad-libs] Papa coming home, like to give you that raw Favorite position, from the back door Girl you know the drill don't ask no questions
field, on a quest for the mil's And try to keep it real till I die or get killed So I can sit back and kick it, write my own ticket And live this lavish
slavery You act like it's outrageous give me space it won't get better And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters Soon as I come home
ambition's to be free I can't breathe, cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap I hear you callin me to come back, I'm a sucka for love ... that's right
