Texty:
Last Summer I Think It S Time To Go Home

during the day No happiness in sight So I think it's time to go home I grew up in this part of town Now it's gone to shit I was robbed six weeks ago

Nike I'm like dumb nigga I'm tryna buy it I need percentages I don't care who the hottest Lil' nigga I think BIG like Christopher Wallace And I (and I

there's always been I've never been so alone alone And I've and I've, I've never been so alive, so alive I go home to the coast, it starts to rain I

sleep it off, woke up woozy and still smoking Twista's wishes thinking about last night and the bitch that was scopin' Fuck it let's get 'em on, I grabbed

Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home We're coming home again Home

Winters come and summers go Last time round for all we know Wonder what the time is in London As they tear this world apart Step by step it breaks my

gives a heck? There's no type of path to follow It's all about a dollar, fuck bein a scholar That's why your report card's through Like a BizMark beat

' the female species" Hello? Veronica, it's Dove Uh, I think, you got the wrong number What? Veronica, your baby's crying Yo, chill Baby? Whatever yo, later For the past two summers, I

the pain, what's to gain, nothing's left But the slug that remains in his right calf The bullet laughs every time he cries, and it drives him mad Trying