I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tell the world I'm coming home Let the rain wash away All the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits And they've
I'm gonna make it bend and break (It sent you to me without wings) Say a prayer, but let the good times roll In case God doesn't show (Let the good times
I'm more than just an option, hey, hey, hey Refuse to be forgotten, hey, hey, hey I took a chance with my heart, hey, hey, hey And I feel it takin' over
Uh, uh, Young Money, yeah, yeah I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year, who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like
Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin
We in the motherfucking building A hundred fucking bottles Yeah, come on, let go, let go Girl, I want you face down, first thing when I wake up I already
Give thanks and praises to the Most-I (Jah!); Give thanks and praises so high (so high). He will not deceive us my brethren; He will only lead us again
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
I get kissed by the sun each morning Put my feet on a hardwood floor I get to hear my children laughing Down the hall through the bedroom door Sometimes
Excuse me, I know we just met But may I have this dance? Sitting here with a drink in my hand Your presence I can't ignore I must admit I like watching
verse 1 yo i pulled off like na na na they wanna try some shit had this bitch try again they only got me because they caught it on the camera they wanna
If you lookin' for me, I ain't hard to find I'll be right there, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green
Y'all know what this is When I'm on that beat, I'm a beast, I ain't never came weak Got a mouth full of diamonds, you can hardly hear me speak Especially
I've got a word of thanks Thanks that I'd like to say For the rage that I feel The rage that I feel today Gotta stack, gotta stack Stack of chips on
I've got a word of thanks, thanks that I'd like to say For the way that I feel, the way that I feel today Got stacks, got stacks Stacks of chips on my
Surprise Indiscriminate, I'd rather be elite I'll choose my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true I'm here for me not you Nonconglumurate
Everybody needs some time away Just stuck in the K-hole again An 18 hour holiday Just stuck in the K-hole again Just once again Mrs. Kitty Ketamine your
Kill the rock stars, how ironic, Kathleen You've been crowned the newest queen Kind of like the punk rock Gloria Steinham Can't change the world by hating