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Homer
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Homer adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak 9449776 Records DK tarafından 29 Haziran 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıHomer - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi29 Haziran 2025
Firma9449776 Records DK
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Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maxwell Warren
Maxwell Warren
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Q-Pid
Producer

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Baby, I know you know where home is
Yellow molly pills like Homer
I don't know where you think you going, bowling
All my life I've been a loner
All my life I've been a stoner
Wake me up, I gotta (blah, blah)
Y'all probably know where that shit was going
I'm with a bad bitch, got her gagging, still blowing
17, Max whole lotta racks still going
17 lines of the drank I'm pourin'
Oh, I just wanna make peace, but I hate to see you leavin
I'm off a pill and now I'm beamin'
Ohhh we up in Greece, like Panika
Huh, like yeah, she ride me like carnival
Huh, that bitch on a whole lot of Seroquel
See the Gucci hat man I'm on Benadryl
Pills got me dizzy, all these fucking molly pills
She sleep like a whole lotta melatonin
She know how to get on my nerves, yeah she get me going
She get on my dick, get my blood flowing
T-H-C and it's real potent
Call me the new bees knees, in this boy
Yeah I'm just being myself with the boys
Bitch, you can't teach me how to make noise
Up in KC I'm with a few blackbirds, cuddled up with a new man, I'ma attack her
Saw the ho with a new Man I might smack her
Mixing fixtures with lean, that's a mixture, uh
If I see a bad bitch ima get her, uh
If I see some fine shyt, then I'm with her
Bitch if I see some fans, take a picture
Had to toss me in the can, cause the bitch hurt
I made a few grand, don't wanna talk about it
Don't wanna talk about it, got a lotta bodies
I'm in Honolulu, in Hawaii
In a Honda, strapped up with fye
And I'm zooted, eating on Five Guys
Pause, bitch raw shit let me in your candle
I know we probably need a miracle
But we could make this work make it happen
Walked out the bank, walked out of Chase laughing'
Whole lotta racks but that boy got a fraction
Hoe better close your mouth when I'm talking
Whole room smell like weed when I walk in
Whole room smell like gas when I walk in
And these hoes so bad, and the flockin'
(Woah)
Baby, I know you know where home is
Yellow molly pills like Homer
I don't know where you think you going, bowling
All my life I've been a loner
All my life I've been a stoner
Wake me up, I gotta (blah, blah)
In my J's and they some black cats
Riding in that Hellcat, flying' in that Scatpack
I know that make your bitch mad
I know that make your bitch wet
Probably sliding in that Corvette
Riding dolo with that door set
She let me walk on her like doormat
College girl like "where your dorm at?"
She freaky like "let's do it on the floor, Max"
Written by: Maxwell Warren
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