This could be the end 'Cause I ain't got a home I ain't got a home I'll forever roam Running with the streetlights, Laughing in the grave He swears he's gonna give it up, it's never gonna be enough I just wanna be there when you're all alone, thinkin'

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)

Oh, baby, I want to come home to you Baby, I got to get home to you Days and nights feeling so blue Lord, I just don't know what I'm gonna do Oh, baby, I wanna come home Oh, baby, I you're one thousand miles away Baby, you're just one thousand miles away

Ain't no going back now This is the line and I walk alone Know where I wanna be, but I'm far from home Just trying to make it on my own And unless they send me clothes, I don't answer phones This is the line, and I walk alone Don't know where I'm at now

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

What do you got, if you ain't got love Whatever you got, it just ain't enough You're walkin' the road, but you're goin' nowhere You're tryin' to find your way home, but there's no one there Who do you hold, in the dark of night You wanna give up, but

But you try, don't you? You try, don't you? Just wanna die, don't you, when she runs? You can't make a woman sleep alone You can't tell her nothing she don't know Take a year and go back home Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains You ain't

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,

We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money go back home, money go back home At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late night thinkin' of you Until I got my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend

Instead, you wanna wait until I'm coming home Oh, I know that you won't let it go Can't we just talk it out before I go? It's hard for me to say this without sounding impatient And I know you know You know how we can fix it Just tell me and I'll listen,