Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone
Scanner on my dresser, i work at home
She goes on in, walks into his home,
Little latasha sho' grown
Gasping for phones, but ain't nobody even home
Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone
Matter fact, my connection's pretty weak at home
I'm definitely in a class of my own
If u wanna get home
Real street nigga, ain’t no clone
And millions of homeless people back home
The kings get killed very least overthrown
They're telling you too go home
And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone
I thought van-city was home
Stop blowin' up my cell phone
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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