You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know my mother, she followed me that mornin', me that mornin', that mornin'

"I told you so, oh I told you so I told you so, but you had to go Now I found somebody new and you will never break my heart in two again". Suppose I called you up tonight and told you that I loved you And suppose I said "I wanna come back home". And

And hold my hand, and moan again, I'ma hold that ass You the it girl, hey hey, my inspiration My compass spinnin', baby, it's the right destination, oh I got treasure to hide, so let's keep it from the strangers, hey Your waves, they wash all over me

I ride foreign cars, ooh I fuck foreign bitches, I ride foreign cars Bitch, look at my wrist, all you see is stars I fuck three bitches in one day, off a bar I ride foreign cars, yeah Ooh, yeah, huh, ooh Lil Pump, Lil Pump, ooh Pull up to the strip, ooh

Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up All this on me so yummy, all this sauce so yummy Know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy Five, four, three, two, one Leggo! (watch me) Oh, you can talk all you want Nothing I’m afraid of And I

Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown Oh oh, look what you've done Photograph I don't want your Photograph I don't need your Photograph all I've got is a photograph You're all I want, my fantasy I gotta have you Photograph I'm out a love

I love the way Eh eh eh eh eh I love the way you hurt me baby It's irresistible, oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah Oh oh oh oh oh oh yeah And I love the way you hurt me You're second hand smoke Count me in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile I just follow your

Callin' me home Callin' me home, There's a cabin in a valley, My grandpa built on your land. Your mountains are a canvas, For the makers hand. Tonight I'm fishing up a river,

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick

Well, I don't know Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don't know, oh no, oh no Well I told you once and I told you twice But ya never listen to my advice You don't try very hard to please me With what you