long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home Searching for the long way home The long
world Home of the pocket stones Home of the booty songs Home of the fingerwave that lasts All night long Home of the On & On Home of the dominoes Home
'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throats The hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' coke I took a stunted
busy street, but nobody's going anywhere Well my heart's in the Highlands, with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country, far from the towns
't last so long If nobody did nobody wrong If we knew what we had before it was gone If every road led back home This would be The very last country song
take it back like ? The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home and all I got in return was a dern country song This whole country wrong What would
Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big
: [Big Boi] February 1st, 1975 it happened Was born in West Savannah way before I started rappin My mamma had a nigga at the age of fifteen My daddy
And don?t you dare lock the door. Your Louisiana?s baby coming home once more, I?m coming home. Come on home. Coming home, coming on, coming on, coming on home
play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with a big, long,
it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong What
Well, my old Uncle Joe, he's a proud Democrat He's got FDR on his baseball cap An' thinks the whole country's on a one-way track to hell He says there
song so chorus ghetto, country, hood, ratchet put your hands up if you f**king that s**t ghetto, ya know opposite of busse twelve inch yaki, big round booties ghetto way
last so long If nobody did nobody wrong If we knew what we had before it was gone If every road led back home This would be The very last country song
five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by
the busy street but nobody is goin' anywhere Well, my heart's in the highlands with the horses and hounds Way up in the border country far from the towns
