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skech185 - jay street كلمات الأغنية

[intro: skech185]
what’s home? (ain’t no going home anymore)
ain’t no going home (where’s home?)
no going home anymore (where’s home?)
feel like home anymore (sh_t don’t feel like home anymore) (what’s home?)
can’t go home anymore (no going home anymore)
can’t go home anymore (this sh_t don’t feel like home anymore)
what’s home anymore? (ain’t no going home anymore)
where’s home? (this sh_t don’t feel like home anymore)

[sample]
if you wanna push, wanna push
then i’m ready, ready to push
but if you pulling, pulling, pulling while i’m pushing
thеn why’d you, why’d you, why’d you ask me to push?
if you wanna, wanna, wanna push
then i’m ready to, rеady to push
but if you pulling while, pulling while, pulling while i’m pushing
then why’d you, why’d you, why’d you ask me to push?
[verse 1: still rift]
yo
coast to coast cross continents
sometimes y, no consonants
the only sounds allowed aloud
were vowels breaking continents
the bowel bowed accordingly
like laundry folding normally
a french press in the morning
swore the folgers was a pick me up
to put me down
seen in myriad watering holes around town
it’s a myriad in this town, they were seen as a watering hole
to what do we owe this making of acquaintance?
circumstances sacred
perhaps the mark of destiny was calculated
crossed like shooting stars bizarre for s_xtant navigation chart
ships passed like transactions
interacting like an even atom
groomed for matrimony by a certain madam
service industry is more than beer and whiskey as a main attraction
hand to hand to mouth to foot to ass is necessary
or requested
the question is a statement, not suggestion
simply do as asked
the only task is satisfaction
perfect host
neither known, nor forgotten coast to coast
[verse 2: skech185]
she had a condo on jay street
cars, trains, construction
made a joke when i called
confusing me with the other dude that she’s f_cking
i replied “i’m just a titan’s hand stuck to the closing mountain”
her voice in a static speaking in puzzles
falling star taking truth announces
boxcar skeleton
groundskeeper for elephants
cutting tags off fire hydrants
sink city ships for the quick cynic critics
the rockets red glare
the often awkward dead stare
the pockets said bare
the mocker says bear
call me king of nothing else
they speak in cl!cks
stalling’s more like fixing sinking ships
they seek what’s in the sequencing
particular jesus switched the cash cows
if you see a bit
box there for truth speaking
ain’t seen a caesar since
now that’s grits with no seasoning
poker face fates in a joker face of the open door
pulled you out a burning building but not the hero you were hoping for
last train home
first witness at first winter
grand slam in the first inning
plus that other n_gga light skinned it
[bridge]
let’s take a deep breath
yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
yo let’s take a, let’s take a, let’s take a deep breath
(i don’t think i’d like who i’d become if i lived here)
(i don’t think i’d like who i’d become if i lived here)

[verse 3: lamon manuel]
it’s nature versus nurture tasks, unraveling sciatica
she threatened to cut my d_ck off
or f_ck me back to africa
zero to my rims wrecked
wrapped around a capricorn
i’ll relearn to read or relearn to walk, after work
over shift drinks, all for callings to believe in
cheating got me feeling like my father for the wrong reasons
sleep, thy dream catchers flash abortions remembered
i’m pretty sure indica flower loosely translates to moral dilemma
matching [?] knuckle tattoos, “hi, let’s close the bar”
all i need is unique ego deaths between tours
third quarter form daughter of florida
on all fours
suicide outsourced to a big b_tton of broken arm
my therapist has a therapist
[?] has a head count
the poetry reading is down the hall and through the h_ll mouth
at best she loves you like a phantom limb
you either die a hero or live long enough to be polyamorous

[outro: skech185]
what’s home?
where’s home?
where’s home?
what’s home?
what’s home?
so what’s home?

- skech185

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