my memory I'm on my way back to the old home The light in the window I long to see I'm on my way back to the old home The road winds on up the hill
and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right, I'm doin' me, I'm doin' me I'm living life right now
came I thought I could get over, I tried to play sick But my mom said, "No, no way, uh-uh, forget it" There was nothing I could do, I tried to relax
in your jeep, on an off road Pump this to your blows on the way to the tow Bang this til you're bein old when you at home on the six-four, sittin on chrome
Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from
trash on each side But I was Mario Andretti When daddy let me drive I'm grown up now three daughters of my own I let them drive my old Jeep across the
you love? I wonder 'til I'm wide awake Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door I'd open up and you would say It was enchanting to
make for good company I don't know no town like the old town Even when the miles are many, I feel like I'm still around Deep inside me like rings through
that I'm passing through This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know this is my temporary home" Young mom on her
I take a walk I mow the grass I don't worry 'bout the years that pass My wife is dead I live alone in my little country home I have my memories and dogs
's how I'm livin' I did three years in and made close friends Havin' no love my homies came my only I was glad, a family I never had But I grew up fast
when I die I'm goin' to hell again I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child The hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted
one I love, on my mind [Verse 1: Ice-T] Damn, this record takes me way back, to day that I said the words I love you, I'm not that kind to say that I
that I sold out, they can basically suck my Dick, 'cause I really don't give a fuck about that shit, you know But I do what I like and I happen to like
same thing I'm sure you feel the same way Oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long Just tryin' to find my way back home But the old me's dead
, comes back around I thought I told ya, hey eyyy What goes around, comes back around I thought I told ya, hey eyyy What goes around, comes back around I thought I
way I'm hittin switches for ya homey on the freeway [Chorus One] I know you caught a hot one (hot one) Now I'm blastin with my shotgun I know that stress