Who am I when I am not with you? Is it somewhere half away form here I've run in circles Ever since I almost feel from my stance I'm lost at home Better
on the carousel so around i spun (spun) with no directions just tryna get some (some) tryna chase skirts, living in the summer sun (sun) this is how i lost
To The Reverend Honostly, There's Probably Better Compitition In Heaven Holla At Me Filmore Bitch We Dollar Happy You Would Think I Was Strippin' The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At
my situation is seven everybody else can move around Look at your friends and your friends peeping, they burn bridges In they household, come into your home and try to repeat it Got you looking at
sun cause skies stay gray This for the little kids that can't go play Cause everybody outside playing with an AK Come around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost
keys to the studio And I know my fanbase is probably tired of me talking about the struggle But since I resurrected time all the niggas don't want to see me bubble Should I be mad at
the papers say, they're normal as they come bodyguards, ball of wax, the hide behind the gun they get a panic pulse when they are so far from home to
If I knew I?d become You can fly too high And get too close to the sun See how the boy falls from the sky Not every wanderer Is lost or far from home
man or ya priest, your fam's gettin deceased Cuz I keep shit hot, like a flannel or fleece And bringin dimes this way is sand to the beach Relax to the sun
Ive been stopping at green lights. Got lost on my way home, Im sleep walking at night. I put my shirt on inside out, umbrella in the sun My head up in
my pride and courage Who takes the blame? Are we just lost in hate - without an aim? Oh mother Mary, where have I gone? So far away from home and from the sun
years I've invested Arrested, develop, addressed it, envelope The body of the black party from Farley to Bob Marley Go home or go hard, at home is life
any just now, but I know they exist I'm sittin in the sun 'till my skin turns brown I just wanna say that hell's my wife's home town Home town, home
' man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors Lookin' into the lost forgotten years For dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home
coat Somebody just asked me If I registered to vote The sun is beginning to shine on me But it's not like the sun that used to be The party's over,