Why don't you please come home How many more times, treat me the way you wanna do I'll give you all I've got to give, rings, pearls, and all How many more times, barrel house all night long When I give you all my love, please, please be true I've got to

Cause I don't wanna be like this I've been runnin' these streets For too long now I've got nothing that's true But this song now But the further I go I wanna go home And I wanna go back to the start Back where we started from

Here's my keys, I want you to take 'em I think I'm gonna need you to get back home Hold on to my hat, I don't wanna lose it I couldn't stand for something else to be gone I'm sure you know the reason I'm here cryin' I think you'll understand why Tonight,

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

Crank it up and make these big wheels roll I wanna feel that ocean breeze that's got me wrapped around it's fingers I wanna hear a southern drawl and every word that lingers I need a Sunday morning song by a just got baptized singer I been away too long,

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

I said, don't be afraid Sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away Either way you're by my side until my dying days And if I'm not there and I'm far away We're going home I wanna fall inside your ghost And fill up every hole inside my mind And

You would leave me alone But I can't turn down 20 All these bitches wanna have sex 'Cause they know a nigga got money I know I had a girl at home But that shit ain't mean nothin' to me 'Cause i'm just like every other nigga Stackin' with the wrong hitta

(I can't go another day without you) Would it make you, make you, wanna stay? And if I wrote you a love song and sang it to you every day Would it ever be enough to make you wanna come back home and stay? But if I told you I loved you, would it make you

Baby, don't you wanna go home Back from the land of California To my sweet home Chicago Two and two is four, babe Four into two is eight Come on now girl, don't you now make me late And I've got to leave One and one is two