home for me But oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me Even though deep inside something's dying to see How you flow out them clothes Then you put it on me Feelings coming
out but I wanna turn it all around Baby, I know that I was ego tripping Then you threw me off, show me what I was missing You come back home, it's gonna
a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair Running through the mini mall in my underwear I got lost downtown couldn't find a ride home
eyes on the jackpot The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running
it splash in the eyes no subtraction, only cash to divide we gettin' money, bank roll, supersized whether rain, sleet, sunny let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming
home But you can't stay here I know who I wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home I know who I wanna take me home Take us home. ["Way
lizard, blizzard of the bee Mushed inside a sock you still dare me to die Dare me to die at home" "Coating all my lungs with honey, sticky coating running
come running to (That's what I need) Make me a happy home (Home, home) I can come running to (I can come running to) Make me a happy home I can come
truly a dream come true Out of all of the fellas in the world She belongs to you But it was just my imagination Running away with me It was just my imagination Running
this is a chapter in the story of me and you This ain't a fairytale Baby you're never gonna be alone Inside my arms you'll find a happy home Anytime
I find myself, I'm running for the door Come and take me home Lead me to your door Take me where you are Lead me to your door Come and take me home
club and fight me, I'm sorry that I'm just so fucking exciting, steadily courdial like this killa 'posed to and I wish you would really try to come get
thang Now why did they kill him It's one of my niggas is dreamin', schemin' on making a million Tryin' feed they children and police keep coming around
up buck, buck, buck 'N tell him to take that wid him Now that we still thugging Spitting as we run away from prison Nigga we still running But the bad bad boyz is still coming
the world (come on) [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] yea niggas don really know me not one of ma homies wana control me control these nuts or go home?? wana hold
running from Lady Death, still I'm shady Okay, they say he schizophrenic and crazy Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen
s for my, incarcerated niggaz That stuck in the pin they coming home Gotta stay strong 'cause you ain't alone Remember you always got love from home But
one ever thought she'd be the same. Her hate for men was evadent, but it was prevalant. Cause where she worked had dudes that always asked her, to come home