And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday? Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around de way. Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home! A cheeba cheeba, y'all, well, I'm a Libra, y'all.

Everybody just wants to get high Sit and watch a perfect world go by We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives We follow the roads that lead us To drugs or Jesus In my home town for anyone who sticks around You're either lost or you're found

All I wanna do is end up with you (ooh, ooh) End up with you, end up with you Lovin' in the back seat to the radio Wouldn't be the worst scenario 'Cause all I wanna do is end up with you Get home and we're locked out Middle of the backyard laying down

A wave toward the clearing sky Swords against the kingdom A homeward angel on the fly All this time we're talking and sharing our rational view A billion other voices are spreading other news All this time we're living and trying to understand Why a

May never find my home And I know that I may never find my home I dropped a coin from my pockets On the street of crowns I passed every streetlight in my hometown I tried every screen door Like they were my own And now I know that I may never find my

My mind is a safe And if I keep it then we all get rich My body is an orphanage We take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat Off last night's stage Just to feel like you If home is where the heart is Then we're all just fucked

It’s Saturday night And the city never sleeps I got a clean t-shirt and a shot of cologne We’re way too young to be sitting at home on Baby why shouldn't we It’s been a long week

Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, Little house, little kid, little small town story Come

Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they

Battlefields a thousand miles away There with every bite Finally we're coming home Watching the horizon Everybody's coming home for summer What a feeling, taste the freedom We started in October Drowned our sins in cold November rain Thoughts all through