the people I know They?re what I love about home Home is the place where I feel I belong Down at the end of the road where I?m from Home?s were my
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without you's just too long. I can't sleep I can't breathe Every night I lie awake and I still pray I'll be in the back of your mind When you're home
It was the end of something special when we parted We were over right before we started If I?d known I?d miss you half as much as I did I?d have listened
If it wasn?t for you Heaven knows what I would do Wasn?t looking for love Convinced myself I wasn?t good enough You came into my life I can?t explain
of the people I know They?re what I love about home Home is the place where I feel I belong Down at the end of the road where I?m from Home?s were my
When, you find someone who loves you No matter what, you hold on tight but don?t let go But it?s hard, it?s not always that simple To move on To make
Driving home, through the night Say goodbye to the city lights For the place where I left my heart and soul It's not all black and white Maybe you've
I?ve been hanging around, checking out my sound Now I?m ready to go. Got you in my sights, I?m gonna rock you tonight And I want you to know Every time
All alone in the dark there?s a light It?s a picture of you by my side Perfect colours so vivid and bright fade to grey All I want to do is to wake up
make it to see tomorrow Ain't no tellin This one right here, for all the riders No matter what side you on Peep game Welcome to the killing fields Nigga, the home
[Kid Frost] Home boy Home boy Yes sir Yes sir From Tex to Cali part two Ha ha [Verse 1: SPM] I gets down and dirty Stood at 7:30 My team
, rhythm, blues, be bop and hip hop Back on the block Back on the block Ice-T, let me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home
fuckin' mics I left torn But the game won't give me all my P's And I wont leave the Chi to get G's Got love for my MC's at home But some of them still
you better step back while i'm preparin them Certified lyrical delegates are all the sound-ions, Rebellions under one banner for new milleniums The south
Incomprehensible] That journey a call me quick That journey a call my name That journey a have its way And have me wonderin' all my days That journey
loves to grove She loves the lovin' things It won't be long, yeah till you're alone When you love, oh, he hasn't come home Cause he's lovin', he
the pike Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his
