a time! Hold on to oblivion, till we count the cost, count the cost I am home Hold on to oblivion, till we count the cost, count the cost I am home
old junk shop And I brought it home to you Along the way the colors ran The orange bled the blue Found a rug in an old junk shop I brought it home to
tally up. Like Bally's - I exercise you. Like Dahmer - I victimize you. Criticize you for using auto-tune. Recognize here comes your doom. There's no room
wait" Calling Jesus, please Send his love to me Oh, wind and rain they haunt me Look to the north and pray Send me, please, his kisses Send them home
sleep tonight, dream of days When you had something there to light the way Remember a holiday in a north of England town You slept in a room upstairs
fun fun room Fun room Any thing you want is going down In the fun room, fun room Any thing you want is going down In the fun room, fun room Chain in the fun room
over room keys and where my good girls to smoke weed and love playing Nintendo Wii and I got pictures in my cell phone, iChat when i'm gone, land somewhere calling home
Yeah, oh, get up, I said get up, let's go Better watch out, now, here we come And we ain't stoppin' until we see the mornin' sun So give us room to do
from the thought of you Haunted down by what I know is true To the north, to the south It don't matter Every road leads to you (I'm coming home) All
a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor I'm a North Memphis Survivor...I'm a young nigga, money and power I'm a North Memphis Survivor...Survivor I'm a North
if it's not broke, let it be Ain't nuttin' nice in New York Stick you for your cake and your icing that tough talk? Don't mean nuttin' when you're up North
sing it on the corner Where I come from Making somethin outta nothing Because everybody fifty cents From a quarter Where I come from Yeah The streets ain't timid But I feel at home
Said I got the blues Said I got the blues Memphis city blues Yeah, light up the green, watch me light up the room Watch me light up the mic, fat boy,
the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty In the north
when the red iron pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty In the north
junk shop And I brought it home to you Along the way the colors ran The orange bled the blue Found a rug In an old junk shop And I brought it home
girls want That's what girls want That's what girls want That's what girls want She came around and moved in three weeks later We got a one room shack just north
Memory comes when memory's old I am never the first to know Following the stream up North Where do people like us float There is room in my lap For bruises
