Salt jaded and empty silence And the long drive home, And the long drive home, I Swerved round the lane hours Fatigued with the thoughts in my mind And the long drive home
basement's greatest? Too late, already took that! Father knows best, but Father knows stress But Father needs love, a back rub, and some rest Damn he could use a good home
the money I'm leavin' I'm goin' back home after I break even I said what I said so as long as I'm speakin' B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I'm breathin
break even I said what I said so as long as I'm speakin' B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I'm breathin' [Chorus - B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of
well Dior whore, Christian Lacroix Keep guns stashed under the floor board Enough to start world war Paradise in reaches, home next to beaches Hair pressed, blowin' in the wind, shit 'bout long
reason of life, stack doe or live trife become a family man supportin kids and a wife like your pops who break his back to bring home ?likkel? scratch
me to sit down and write you a letter You know what I am sayin, a letter from the heart Yo, yo Before I take a shot, I always make a toast to the sky
and around keep trying but we never break free Well watched my poppa get old, long before his hair was turning grey This place is a suicide trap, bought a
floor I don't even know your name and Don't who you came with So girl just take my hand [Bridge 2:] Maybe I'm just bein a fool (Bein a fool) Girl I don
skies take me home to all my own, the home that i cant find and its a long way home another long day gone oh wont you take me home take me home Running
a sound? My style break blocks corners avenues and drives It's about time to mash in, it's a ride Take you on a mission, be on a mission, I pack the steel
hid the waste Need a replacement killa, hustle dope shit so I'm a drug dealer So for real-a, on point wit the nine mill-a Straight give a nigga guillotine
And she not a chicken head, but Ani' known to cock a tool or two In M.I.A., rock shades and a baldie A.T.L., dreads under my fitted, long as hell In New
slid Type to panic, in the slammer can't handle a bid Can't stand a nigga lyin', he a snitch, grown man cryin', he a bitch Shots flyin' from the iron,
basic stroll Hooking up my Cadillac, and upping my gold A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands I may even
bags And come on back Cuz now I realize that I'm in love with you Two weeks have gone My life is a mess The closets are empty Not even a dress girl remains