There is nothing I can do, if you leave me, with a cry I give you all but a home, that's one thing you can't deny I'm gonna leave it up to you, so long, baby good bye Baby my love will follow you, as the years go passing by You know my love will follow

We in the bed like ooh ooh Let's get gone Ooh I'ma take you home with me I got money in the bank Shawty what you think 'bout that Ill be in the grey cadillac I'ma buy you a drink ooh wee Walk it out (now walk it think about it, aw snap) Now rock rock

We were young We were free, come on now, let it go We were free I was living in the cold, I'm coming home Perfect line to open with Her heart was never meant for this Ooh we're never over it We were free (yeah yeah) At the dune with the dawn

Goodbye, so long! Don’t wait home for me darling, I’m not coming home! Draw the blinds and set the alarm, 'Cause I’m not coming home In the morning you will rise With in your eyes 'Cause I’ll be gone,

Just thinking about all our good times together And I wish it could last forever and ever And we roll back home This is our last song I'm bout to spring breakdown And just thinking bout how It's been a real good run Playing out here in the sun, year

But I’ll be buried in Detroit I used to live in New York City But baby that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil and in the end is always left so alone That man who with his fingers cheats, who lies with every breath Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears

I am an outcast I'm a nomad without home I am an outlaw I'm disowned And I am no man's son The first man I killed was the earl's right-hand man When he came to take her away I ran his own sword straight through his throat

And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way. Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home! A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all.