Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Some lessons we learn the hard way Well why do the hands of time So easily unwind Some lessons don't come easy That's the price we have to pay They don't come right off and right easy That's why they say some lessons learned we learn the hard way Well

Oh my god, look at my Roley Too much sauce Look at my squad, like holy moly Look at my squad Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals

Hold me close, Africa, fill my soul, Africa Let me grow old, Africa, let me in Fill my soul, Africa, don't let me go, Africa Let me grow old, Africa, and remember me In ships, they came from Europe, across the salt sea Come for the build and raise a

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

Your bullshit come off of that Someone tell these motherfuckers that Hop is back! I got my du-rag on with my fitted sittin’ on it Now I’m ready to fuck the game up, nigga They can get it (They can get it) You can get it (You can get it) Y'all can get it

Need a love to last forever Hearts gone astray Deep in her when they go I went away Just when you needed me so You won't regret I'll come back begging you Won't you forget Welcome love we once knew

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Hoping I don't come around Kick me when I'm on the ground (on the ground) They beat me up and break me down Kick me when I'm on the ground Beat me up and break me down Don't give me no comic book Sad looks no more Please don't use those same Excuses you