I gotta get home, there's a garden to tend All the fruit's on the ground And the birds have all moved back into my attic whistling static When the young
s the father Why bother It could be bill cosby or kevin johnson You just came out the hotel With shawn kemp and magic johnson With ashy kneecaps Your dress showing your butt crack With no home
or not we gonna hold our spot Give me crown and coke or maybe jack and sprite A case of Coors light and its on tonight We talking about a party down on Johnson
somehow Sing this lullaby to yourself Sing this lullaby to yourself And if you are waiting, waiting for me Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee I'll be home
I just wanna play another song When the seasons change, leaves will still be blowing through my brain Can you feel your heart ache? Do you relate to me? In an empty home
Jack Johnson) Head on collision on a 2 lane country road. (Paula) Lord I pray let them be safe. (both) No turning back I'm just a mile away from home
when the lights goes dim And the beat drops in Even Texas cant hold them Ante up and Im in Im like Black Jack Johnson and MOP Drinking handfuls of Jack
, Sista Souljah's wit helping me load clips Some words form a pimp was, "Nas, it just don't exist" But homes is twisted, a home ain't a home without,
, if I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home
I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home
never will He's on your tail and he's in for the kill Then the Steam Train's rolling by. WOMAN 2: He's better than Magic Johnson MAN 2: The man's
Black (Black) Jack Johnson ain't scared of you motherfuckers, ha, ha (It's the jump off) Yeah, y'all now, c'mon (It's the jump off) Push it up now, ha
hood where we do the most good Magic Johnson be ownin' everything like he should Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gardena From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Alta Dena The home
? I don't know I had to go and my velvet interior was a soggy mess Well I think I got a girl named Mary down in Susanville Waitin' for me to come home
's in them drugs They make you spit slugs, leave marks in the floor Yo, I stomp through the yard, I march through the hall Charles Bronson them hard, Jack Johnson
