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      Grits

      Album: Factors Of The Seven

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      Grits - Comin' Home Música y Letra

      Bonafied: 
      was put in the mix 'bout '86 and ever since I ran
      from
      His plan to further mans understanding through
      expansion of minds, heart, body, and soul controlled
      by the deity of three formed as one
      The son of prodigy me Bonafied the MC straight from
      the Tenna the center fo my location of operations for
      missions completions
      Franklin my mental releases dime piece still
      Nashville, Knob Hill, where I chill on the real
      hittin' home...
      
      Coffee:
      Ponder the thoughts all the money spent on useless
      things I bought
      Afro wigs and Courtney Cox dolls
      Framed pictures of Richard Moll Robbins sons
      Like Holly, so thick you could drive a trolley
      through
      my folly
      Pardon me like Dolly in two halves same as the Red
      Sea
      I glimpse the open hands instead of reprimand that
      fed
      me
      Said we can journey to places far off, thinkin' to
      myself, " first I need to drop my car off."
      
      Chorus: 
      I'm comin' home Daddy
      Make sure you keep the gate open
      
      I'm loosened from all the worldly pleasure Daddy
      
      I'm comin home Daddy
      Meet me outside greet me with your
      
      arms extended Daddy
      I'm comin home.
      
      Coffee:
      Take and EPT so phat hope I ain't pregnant
      To this nasty world that would be more entertaining
      than Cedric
      And I would be Dug-less like Fredric by all my peers
      Purchase maternity gear at Sears
      Succumb to all their jeers and their taunts
      Shedding tears for all my wants and desires
      Pray to God I'm absent when the world erupts with
      fire
      Kevin Costner dances with flames with a dousing
      Richard Pryor
      Revelation called it everything is scalded...
      
      Bonafied: 
      Kickin' up dust who could I trust
      Rush like Paula Abdul cruel
      This world served me sadness for acting the fool
      My mind was a tool used for worldly occupation
      Sleepless nights spent with my knees bent
      Conversations with the upper case requesting strength
      when opposition moved in with plans of ambush and
      attack
      At my weakest moments wishin' my life could be back
      Under His will been left the thrill searchin' for the
      path to the gate of my crib where my Daddy live...
      
      Chorus
      
      Coffee:
      The smell of seals, a bird, and a monkey, mixed with
      the stench of junkies best describes my kind of funky
      Spunky spastic, your life can't be recycled so why
      you
      livin' plastic
      Your insides are all dirty, why does your outside
      looks fantastic
      Devil couldn't wait to get his hands on you
      Conformed you, turned your gold to Ormolu, now shame
      on you
      Made a dame of you
      You say, "Whatever" well the same to you
      Splittin' like an atom, I got things to do.
      
      Bonafied: 
      Do who, you me too?
      My desires expired
      Dismiss my riches stay in Heavenly clenched fists
      Swiss account-type interest
      No man's hands can touch
      Uncorrupted with the pureness of innocence and such
      Mind sets not in agreance with all of my peeps
      Absence of scams for yams numbered in heaps knee deep
      They cram to understand the faith of this man
      Until then when comprehension of sin-free lifestyle
      lu
      child
      I'm headed home where I know it's gonna' be easier
      pleasin' ya' Daddy
      I'm headed home...

      Grits - Comin' Home Música y Letra

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