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I'm home for the summer, shoot out the lights Don't blow my cover, oh I'm free tonight I'm coming over, call all your friends Somebody hold me all the pretty girls said Shut up and kiss me all the pretty girls said All of the whiskey went to my head All

Mama love you Lil Wayne, Mama proud of you You done came so far, I can't wait for your album to come out A lot of people ask me when it's coming out They can't wait for your album to come out I'm just proud of you You's my rock You's always been my rock

You know I'm not in the clear You are not in the clear Don’t you go count me out now dear In the clear There are days I might not make it There are days I might start brakin’ When the rain starts coming down as heavy as the air You can find me dancing

I'm going to give you a coming-out party, at your house. It's perfect. You can't refuse. It's my gift to you. It's your fantasy. Fantasia, having a party is not my idea of a fantasy, especially right now. The party isn't the fantasy! I know what you'd

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

Look out, I'm coming Ooh, said I Ooh, sit down Ooh, yeah, ooh yeah Finding my way Yeah, oh yeah I'm coming out to get you I'm coming out to find you

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Alabama, ah ah ah Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland

It’s the little things that give you away The words you cannot say Your big mouth in the way Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes Sometimes the end is not coming It’s not coming The end is here The night gave you song

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing