And millions of homeless people back home
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
So i guess you think you grown
I thought van-city was home
Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled
As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt
They bringing me fish and chips
Runnin home invasions
So beat me to the bone
Yo, once stole a row home
Its a home run, your domes done, go home son
Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run
They blowing up my phone
Yeah, you can tell em that i’m home
Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone
They're telling you too go home
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