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your home - c-ris (artist) lyrics

rip my n*gga ro
man i swear that i miss you
no matter if i make it out
or not i’ll never forget you
they only wanna k!ll the n*ggas
on they way to top
and if you wanna make it
then you gotta stay off the block
cause

take a look in my eyes
tell me what do you see
do you think that
you’re looking at a regular teen
i would tell you i am
but i know that i’m not
i don’t know who i am
but i know what i’m not
n*n*now
everybody wanna be perfect
n0body wanna feel worthless
on a earth that serves us no purpose
and people who don’t interpret
anything unless it looks fun
making everybody look dumb
got k!llers grabbing them drums
and they shooting under the sun
anybody can get it
anybody can get it and if you want it they give it you specifically
bow
shots in the back of ya head
like john f kennedy
woah i think i’m losing my tendency
go to tennessee before they finish me
say living in this world
the only way to survive
keep you circle closed
and make sure they gonna ride
ayy on the real lord i don’t wanna die don’t wanna make n0body mama cry
why do i fear demons
even though i know god
why everybody acting like
religion is odd
i got a whole lotta problems
that’ll never dissolve
and i don’t even talk about it
not even to my mom
i got people that wanna k!ll me
i ain’t going for none
only god and myself
can take the air out my lungs
tired of being mr. nice
i keep on biting my tongue
got these knives all in my back
and they are weighing a ton
since a youngin
i was bugging never got to have fun
and my friends was bussing like nothing they kept handing me guns
my brother vias was bias
he never seen what i done
thought i was sweeter sugar
that covers all of the plum
i remember when they k!lled my homie ro with a gun
they shot him in a parking lot
before his story begun
everybody wanna be k!llers
and it even fun
to me it’s just dumb
got all those people blood on yo thumbs
but look

somebody finah catch a body
right now
somebody prolly k!lled somebody
right now
put the pistol in his mouth
tell him bite down
they blowing pipes
they ain’t really tryna fight now
somebody finah catch a body
right now
somebody prolly k!lled somebody
right now
put the pistol in his mouth
tell him bite down
they blowing pipes
they ain’t really tryna fight now
yeah, fight now
they ain’t really tryna fight now
put the pistol in his mouth
tell him bite down
they blowing pipes
they ain’t really tryna fight now
n0body tryna fight now
yo these n*ggas don’t fight now

and now you got
blood on ya hands
that can never be washed
bodies on bodies keep making em drop
satan is waiting for you come home
where you belong
while he singing this song
bodies on bodies keep making em drop
blood on ya hands
that can never be washed
satan is waiting for you come home
while he singing this song yeah (yeah yeah)
he singing this song (he singing this song)
go make yourself at home, yeah go make yourself at home, yeah (he singing this song)

blood on ya hands
that can never be washed
bodies on bodies keep making em drop
satan is waiting for you come home
where you belong
while he singing this song
bodies on bodies keep making em drop
blood on ya hands
that can never be washed
satan is waiting for you come home
while he singing this song yeah
he singing this song (he’s singing this song)
go make yourself at home, yeah go make yourself at home, yeah (he singing his song)

- c ris artist lyrics

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