You know you dead wrong Up in the club, but you left your man home You couldn't even wait till we got to the bedroom I know it ain't good, but these hoes gon' do what they want, want Fuck em all the time but you know I never wife em, uh Real nigga know

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right

Hold somebody No, I don't wanna go home all alone Don't let me dance on my own And I just wanna hold somebody I want someone like you, someone like you, yeah Take some love from me, take some love from me Now I'm in need for no one other, no one other

Good morning little schoolgirl, can I come home with I want to put a tiger, baby Come on now pretty baby, I just can't help myself You're so young and pretty, I don't need nobody else Can't you hear me crying Hey, I'm a schoolboy too I want to be your

And oh my God, I can't believe it I've never been this far away from home It don't matter to me 'Cause all I wanted to be Somewhere more familiar Was a million miles from here Time on your side that will never end The most beautiful thing you can ever

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

But all he ever wanted was her touch But all he ever knew was all that much Of gold like the blue door You lost your way Blew in from the storm He'd been riding for days Came home to find his lover In another man's gaze Now, some kill for whiskey

Well, well, well, so I can die easy Here they come In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up/out siviers Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed Meet me,

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

Pistol of fire Go hug your sister Ah, where is it you want to take me? Ah, where is it you want to go? Ah, wrapping up the morning's coming Ah, home before the rooster crows It's gonna tickle Shattered the frame Go love your sister