That for worse or for better we're better together Please just come back home No don't say that you're sorry And I won't say I told you so Oh can't you see You said you needed your space I wasn't where you wanted to be I didn't stand in your way

Where is he? The man who was just like me I wanna go through my red and my cherry I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see Heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home Yes I'm alone, and I realize when I

Ain't no whiskey strong enough to make things right I'm just getting over another sober Saturday night No, I'm not hungover it's true, but I'm still not over you All messed up, all strung out, I was sitting at home breaking down I'm not out there getting

Ya alright, alright, alright You was right I was wrong Ya I should've never ever took her home Ya I should've just boned Ya fantasy on my phone Ya hit it from the back watch a nigga bless you Ya crying in my arms like a nigga wrecked you Talking about a

Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Are you gonna take me home tonight? Ah, down beside that red firelight You make the rockin' world go 'round Hey I was just a skinny lad Never

It wasn't long ago And I was just like you And now I think I'm sick And I want to go home I saw my friend the other day And I don't' know Exactly just what he became It goes show How have I been how have you been

Come on, motherfuckers, come on The motherfucker was amped Nigga was motherfuckin' hyped up The nigga just grabbed a nigga,snuffed a nigga And it was on from there, the motherfucker, was not stopping him homes (What the rest of his niggas do?) Man, them

She likes the sad songs that play all night long She never turns 'em off, just sings along She likes the big screen and the home team And wants seconds of my chicken and my baked beans It might not be love, like our love was 'Cause she don't count the

No pare! Sigue, sigue! Welcome home When the world was just a subway map When you’re home Cool us down I used to think we lived at the top of the world And the one-slash-nine

When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that