Home To You

On this savage journey... [Verse 1: Stalley]

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 ****** with attitude

Yeah my ****** stay with a little attitude

So like I said before don't act a fool [Chorus: Anthony Flammia {Stalley}]

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 [Verse 2: Wale]

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 **** you

Ain't heard a ***** 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 [Chorus: Anthony Flammia {Stalley}]

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} [Outro:]

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?