8 in the morning when that street clock bust
Into home runs, while you run home shook and rattled
She goes on in, walks into his home,
The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone
Your story ends its time to go home
You left your nigga on his own
Be shy when we're all alone
Simple bar spitting then going home
U never being home,
Gotta handle your own
Know i just call it head phone
Yo, once stole a row home
Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone
And millions of homeless people back home
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
Runnin home invasions
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