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Home
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Home was released on April 1, 2016 by Bern One Entertainment / Taylor Gang as a part of the album Hempire
AlbumHempire
April 1, 2016
LabelBern One Entertainment / Taylor Gang
LanguageEnglish
BPM80
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can feel it in the air like Bean said
Shit, I'm already rich, I don't need bread
Groupies backstage givin' me head
Ex D-boy still grow, real weed head
Man, I just wanna leave a legacy
Pass me the green, I need some weed with my Hennessy
[Verse 2]
Ma, I'm way too drunk to drive
But I got ya on my mind, good pussy and it's mine, boo
She works late night, all the time
7 a.m., barely home, baby, why you cryin'?
White leather seats, two Z's, I'ma sleep fine
Police behind me and I'm dirty, fuck state time
High speeds, for my strippers in the club
And my lil' homies in the trap house trimmin' bud, it's love
[Verse 3]
Now fire up that fly shit
09', no one beat my prices
With this bag I'm the nicest
Solid plug, outta California, boy, that's priceless
They love me out in Texas, a legend on the East Coast
Everywhere I go, windows down, smell the weed smoke
Mister cookie man himself
Top shelf
Let the wax smell burn
[Verse 4]
I'm just tryna make it home
I pray to God I make it home
Wit' a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real
I'm just tryna make it home
Drunk textin' on my phone, I'm gone
I pray to God I make it home
.45 on my lap, I ride alone and
I'm just tryna make it home
[Verse 5]
When I get to the crib, I miss my kids here
I'm drunk alone for the fifth year
I lost my wife, same year my mom passed
It was rough, still Bay drug money in the cuts
Then it's money in my cup
I'ma try and live it up but
I feel like givin' up
This one's for the dreams that came true for me
When I die, smoke two for me
[Verse 6]
Gamble like my brother, but I'm playin' with my life
I got a thing for new ice
This custom piece looks all pretty in the lights
Drug dealer, I love the city life
These foreign cars get cleaner every year
More death make it harder, shed a tear (Rest in peace)
And I'm just tryna make it home
Drunk drivin' on the road
Drunk text on my phone
[Verse 7]
Girl, I never sleep alone and you know that
That pretty ass looks so fat
Lay her on the bed and let her give me dome
While I crack this fresh bottle of Patron
I'm just glad I made it home
[Verse 8]
I'm just tryna make it home
I pray to God I make it home
Wit' a neck full of stones, few prices on my dome for real
I'm just tryna make it home
Drunk textin' on my phone, I'm gone
I pray to God I make it home
.45 on my lap, I ride alone and
I'm just tryna make it home
Written by: Dean Berner, Donald Rollins, Laura Veltz
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