My Way Home (Radio Edit)
Sometimes you gotta hold on
Sometimes you gotta let go
Sometimes you gotta say alright
Sometimes you gotta say no
Sometimes you reach high
Sometimes you gotta lay low
I know i'll be right as long as I can find my home
Tunneled through a vortex
To the doorsteps of a fortress
Echoin' a morbid chorus
Opened up to see a sorceress in a corset.
Taurus tattooed on the middle of her forehead.
Lookin' gorgeous.
Rubbing on her clitoris
By an enormous portrait of Horus
Twistin' my cerebral cortex
With her forces
Screamin' "Lord, yes!"
Cuz the feelin' was euphoric
Join us on the dark side
It only makes sense
You hella smart right?
You can bring your friends
You know we don't mind
A king among men
Put you in the archives
I can take you places
Now - or later
Pretty ladies
Different flavors
Cum and give your soul to me
I'll stimulate your fantasies
Sometimes you gotta hold on
Sometimes you gotta let go
Sometimes you gotta say alright
Sometimes you gotta say no
Sometimes you reach high
Sometimes you gotta lay low
I know I'll be right as long as I can find my home
Got the lips of a witch on my tip
And my hands in the pockets of pigs
She got booty, and I got a grip
This ain't the way I should live
But when you know the wrong from right,
It makes the wrong stronger
And when you know the dark from light,
It makes the nights longer
Tasted the fruit of corruption
The seeds of destruction
Were sown in my soul whenever I was
So busy lusting
I was never trustin'
And now when I'm bustin',
I ain't feeling' nothin'
Callin me baby
It's driving
She sayin' my name,
But she don't really know me
"Oh Dios mio"
She callin' to God
She speakin' in tongues,
But it ain't really Holy
The fruit was forbidden
In scriptures, it's written
I tasted that fruit,
And God told me, "Good riddance."
The Garden of Eden is no longer home
My body's a prison. I feel alone
But I can only stay sorry for so long
Imma find my way back home
I can only stay sorry for so long
Imma find my way back home
Sometimes you gotta hold on
Sometimes you gotta let go
Sometimes you gotta say alright
Sometimes you gotta say no
Sometimes you reach high
Sometimes you gotta lay low
I know I'll be right as long as I can find my home
Mayne, I been prayin to God almighty
Hopin that I got a squad of angels right beside me
Demons schemin'. They wily. My psyche,
I gotta keep it tidy. Temptation flowing through my veins like IV's
Nightly, I be - prayin' that I see
The path of truth,
So that I move wisely
Ask for proof cuz if you're so mighty,
Then why the fuck you lettin' this darkness try me?!
The world gets colder as I grow older
The weight on my shoulders Is tipping me over
Conscience slippin'. My mind is trippin'
I hope I'm forgiven for the ways I been livin'
I hope I'm forgiven
I say that too much
It don't take too long before I don't give a
Cheech and Chong. Hit the bong. Drank in my cup
Poppin' thongs. Get it on. Ain't that's wussup? Uh!
Ain't that's wussup?
Ain't that the shit that you'll bang in the clubs?
What's a conscience? Sweep it under the rug
Beautiful lies. that's a hell of a drug
I think we got it all wrong. I really need to find my way back home
I think we got it all wrong. I really need to find my way back home
Sometimes you gotta let go
Sometimes you gotta say alright
Sometimes you gotta say no
Sometimes you reach high
Sometimes you gotta lay low
I know i'll be right as long as I can find my home
Tunneled through a vortex
To the doorsteps of a fortress
Echoin' a morbid chorus
Opened up to see a sorceress in a corset.
Taurus tattooed on the middle of her forehead.
Lookin' gorgeous.
Rubbing on her clitoris
By an enormous portrait of Horus
Twistin' my cerebral cortex
With her forces
Screamin' "Lord, yes!"
Cuz the feelin' was euphoric
Join us on the dark side
It only makes sense
You hella smart right?
You can bring your friends
You know we don't mind
A king among men
Put you in the archives
I can take you places
Now - or later
Pretty ladies
Different flavors
Cum and give your soul to me
I'll stimulate your fantasies
Sometimes you gotta hold on
Sometimes you gotta let go
Sometimes you gotta say alright
Sometimes you gotta say no
Sometimes you reach high
Sometimes you gotta lay low
I know I'll be right as long as I can find my home
Got the lips of a witch on my tip
And my hands in the pockets of pigs
She got booty, and I got a grip
This ain't the way I should live
But when you know the wrong from right,
It makes the wrong stronger
And when you know the dark from light,
It makes the nights longer
Tasted the fruit of corruption
The seeds of destruction
Were sown in my soul whenever I was
So busy lusting
I was never trustin'
And now when I'm bustin',
I ain't feeling' nothin'
Callin me baby
It's driving
She sayin' my name,
But she don't really know me
"Oh Dios mio"
She callin' to God
She speakin' in tongues,
But it ain't really Holy
The fruit was forbidden
In scriptures, it's written
I tasted that fruit,
And God told me, "Good riddance."
The Garden of Eden is no longer home
My body's a prison. I feel alone
But I can only stay sorry for so long
Imma find my way back home
I can only stay sorry for so long
Imma find my way back home
Sometimes you gotta hold on
Sometimes you gotta let go
Sometimes you gotta say alright
Sometimes you gotta say no
Sometimes you reach high
Sometimes you gotta lay low
I know I'll be right as long as I can find my home
Mayne, I been prayin to God almighty
Hopin that I got a squad of angels right beside me
Demons schemin'. They wily. My psyche,
I gotta keep it tidy. Temptation flowing through my veins like IV's
Nightly, I be - prayin' that I see
The path of truth,
So that I move wisely
Ask for proof cuz if you're so mighty,
Then why the fuck you lettin' this darkness try me?!
The world gets colder as I grow older
The weight on my shoulders Is tipping me over
Conscience slippin'. My mind is trippin'
I hope I'm forgiven for the ways I been livin'
I hope I'm forgiven
I say that too much
It don't take too long before I don't give a
Cheech and Chong. Hit the bong. Drank in my cup
Poppin' thongs. Get it on. Ain't that's wussup? Uh!
Ain't that's wussup?
Ain't that the shit that you'll bang in the clubs?
What's a conscience? Sweep it under the rug
Beautiful lies. that's a hell of a drug
I think we got it all wrong. I really need to find my way back home
I think we got it all wrong. I really need to find my way back home
Credits
Writer(s): Ramoth Mcgee, Canaan Mcgee
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