i'm going home
on that dust road riding bikes
in a sand blowing beach watching kissing dikes
sleeping in a door way on concret yikes
i'm going home
come on home
where is my home


i ran off my one and only true friend
thoughts memories and dead ends
the two of us bickering until days end
wan't a weed smoker then
but she was a base head hitting bongs
pilling x simulatng kong i just wanted to hold her
playing pool getting next to her
nigga's ran up i became mightier mighty joe young
jay for ever
on the field throwing rice
but didn't know how to turn it off nice
guys finished last
when will they be first
bad boys get the cash gas and ass cursed
to be the brain without my pinky
minnie got mickey
sickley m
if i had a million bucks
would i give a fuck
of past mistakes
but as i bake
i ask am i fake
is it to late
in the grave rippen fruit
the gate is closed off
because my tear continue to flow soft
i wispher with a glance
a spark a new dance
but she seduce me
kinda a scard of me
running from me
and i did nothing but said hi