It's been three long months I think I've had enough of waiting for you to come home It's been three long years full of blood and sweat and tears I'm waiting
Traducción: O Material. A Long Way Home.
It's been three long months I think I've had enough of waiting for you to come home It's been three long years full of blood and sweat and tears I'm
and I've been workin' like a dog", and so on In a place called Richmond in Surrey, way down in the deep south They got guys with long hair down their
condom in my pocket Lets change the topic Before I go berserk I'm so alert, riding down 95 Naw I aint finna to go to work I'm headed back home aint staying that long
with me today 'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way So try not to be like that today 'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way
sermon on the mount I counted my change and put it in my bank account I didn't want to work at the local abbatoir So I left home, expanded my repertoire
I'm always broke and that's the truth So what's a poor boy supposed to do When he wants to show the one he loves how much he cares Well all day long
s alright with me It really doesn?t matter Lord, just as long as I?m right where you are I?ve been gone a little to long, now I wanna come home Oh, what
to me What was a truth is long forgotten Now it's time to wake up and find back home Way down I did it all for you Way down I did it all for you It'
Dahmer grave, that cracker was foul Too close for comfort, too close to home Too close to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why don't you get yo' own As long
t believe she's so close, Feeling her grind made me lose my mind, I'm just plain old take home material, take home material. I keep my fingers crossed, Hoping to find a way
me today 'Cause a little some, somethin' didn't go your way So try not to be like that today 'Cause I'm a real motherfucker from 'round the way An'
way, no pressure Yes, I know it's Christmas Eve And we don't even have a tree Don't rush to get me a present Your presence is enough for me Stay at home
a pearl long vickie The next best thing to a soldier Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers Just look in her eyes and tell she's real Just imagine the way
long vickie The next best thing to a soldier Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers Just look in her eyes and tell she's real Just imagine the way she smells and the way
that cracker was foul Too close for comfort, too close to home Too close to be playin yo ass so hey why don't you get yo' own As long, as I got this
da bieatchhhhh Quit cho girlfriend for a slut I know you love dat tramp Verse 1: too $hort You know it shows Da way you love her Da way you touch her
