Home To You (Stalley)

On this savage journey... I ain't seen my lady in days I been out on these streets so long Late night to the early morn, I been such a rolling stone And I just wanna make it home (make it home) To you (to you, to you, to you) Blinded by all these street lights Up late, can't sleep nights My stomach growling, I ain't eating right My mind gone, I ain't thinking right I ain't tryna just be getting by Don't want a slice, I want the pie American dream and days of a heathen running up in your building at night Messed up, this ain't trick or treat One wrong move they finna squeeze We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day They waiting on me to get an a-okay, then the can gon' spray But today's your day, I'm a let you live, I'm a let you pay Back everything you ever said to me So start with the thing that you said to me I was worthless, I'd never make it Go ahead! Spill that hatred You are now face to face with the Third Row Pharaoh who be down on Death Row You says to me but I'll let you, you let go Chevy filled up on Petrol Times like this I just roll Avenue that Avenue I'm doing more than just passing through I'm after you bringing traffic through Banging out niggas with attitude Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude So like I said before don't act a fool Yeah yeah yeah, uh I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you I've been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn {Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone} I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you {Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone} I've been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn Motherfucking Roma! Stoned up Feeling like I'm in a coma Hold up I got some money I should tend to Gotta get to it, I don't mean to Matthew Kemp you But shit you Ain't heard a nigga thorough It ain't perfect, but I work And that purple that I got got me on slurring all my words That's my word, that's my boy too Y'all don't really know what I was gon' do Now me stylin', your meek Wanna see Ross get the A-Rod loot Big play, hot juice Drama called and you're Carl Lewis My opponents so obtuse Even if they alone in our top two I'm in Ohio watching Kyrie and Samardo hoopin' Work loud, chokin' On your reefer, it's all smoking Yeah yeah yeah, uh I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you I've been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn {Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone} I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you {Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone} I've been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn {Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone, rolling stone, rolling stone, I've been such a rolling stone} {Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone, rolling stone, rolling stone, I've been such a rolling stone} Well the whole idea of the American Dream is is there really something out there to be looking for? Is there a... you know, you know, as college students here, you know, that's the kinda thing, you know, we're all looking for it, you know, to find out, you know, that's why, why we're all here, right guys?