Repetitious streetlights guide me home I walk the pavements back to mine alone I keep on wanting your lies I should live here like a moment just passed
I was just seventeen I ran away from home To be with all the pretty people, to be on my own, yeah Bright lights and trains and bedsit stains And pavements
I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government Santana in the basement Mixing up the medicine [Hook x2] Mixing up the medicine Mixing up the medicine
UP!) [Sen Dog] Sen Dog, never again will I bend No letters of death, no threats, will I send So I'm puttin an end, to all your dumb shit (dumb shit) dumb shit.. that, "Homes
the evening Really feeling way too horny Reaking from the weed I'm token Choking, smoking, real doping, hoping My nights wide open Knowing that my girl's at home
the evening, really feeling way too horny Reaking from the weed I'm token Choking, smoking, real doping, hoping My nights wide open, knowing that my girls at home
man that hit that shit a while back He met her, f-cked her, never dialled back How n-ggas do? he kept it moving, couldn't wait to get home Report card
the shit he never starts, sickest artist there ever was Nigga found dead in his house, don't know who did it Yea, you bet it was me, niggaz die at the pavement
m reflecting Throwing punches fast hard as I can but not connecting Them protected by a force field locked in an engagement Until I see the color red when pounding heads into the pavement
for less You should hate us with a passion or love us to death The feeling of enchantment, this blissful rapture Hits home for some, for others it's hard
ill capers And fly ass frontin' bitches that now caught vapors Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin' papers Outlined body chalk, is how they would scrape ya From off the pavement
lay with me I reminise how I missin starin' in space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear
Southern California Home of low-ridin' Gang-bangin' and shit California [Chorus](Lil' Rob) I was raised in the streets of California (Southern California, home
of adventure If rappers are ridin' beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders Put down your mic and surrender Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
face and it keeps me going If I get lost your light's gonna guide me And I know that you can take me home You can take me home Take my hand tonight,
they pulled me through My father ran to different lands And not a word we spoke But I was here to conquer fear And bring some glory home There?s a
You say it was this morning when you last saw your good friend Lyin' on the pavement with a misery on his brain Stoned on some new potion he found upon