Laws - Homeland lyrics
[Laws - Homeland lyrics]
I’m on an overnight plane ride
I’m tryin' to balance two lives
At the same time i used to think I make a
Killin' with the same rhymes
Till the bigger picture made me go
And change my frame of mind
But they yellin' out stop Laws
It’s like they thought I went
Pop ‘cause I popped off
I’m on your radar only just to drop off
Them other cats are chickens and
This the hot sauce
It makes ‘em go down easier
You lack vision then wonder why I Stevie ya
And this song written in the key of life
I take it back to the days of Pedialyte
‘Cause now my mother is my friend
And I need her advice if I make money
Who cares if I read or write?
And rappers pay writers
Then pay lawyers to read
I don’t do either plus we all can agree
I brought happiness in the homeland
I been long gone and I’m on my way home
But, I didn’t forget you
I never forget that I been around the world
And I, I, I let ‘em know my hometown
I ain’t forget to
We from the middle of nowhere
There’s no place like home
With these hands
I create words that they’ll
Talk about on C-SPAN
And teenage Laws really tryin' to see Japan
2011 Laws really tryin' to see his fam
It’s either Fuji or the movies with my nephew
Stonehenge and great times with old friends
I bet you, put in the same position
Would be after greener grass
When you movin' so fast that
They barely see your past
When friends stop callin' cause they watch
Your progress on a blog site
Thinkin' that it’s alright
And when my brother went to war
It wasn’t on NahRight every day
The chance is betted that I
Won’t be called Mike
But even when that Laws sound
Is too hot to handle
I'll still be food shopping in publics
In my socks and sandals
When the shawty at the register scan
She’ll skip a few items
‘Cause she a fan and I brought
That happiness in the homeland
So I’m bringin' that happiness
I’ll gladly get y'all the trophy
‘Cause we ain’t had a Grammy yet and this kid
Used to never dress out for phys ED
He would diss the teacher and
Sit on the bleachers instead makin' music
Not the kind they teach in any class
That ain’t no Sousa March
That ain’t no Pledge the Flag
This for my high school sweetheart, I miss ya
The dust you left me in turned into a twister
I’m still the same OG
Soundin' like a younger you
But still the same old me
This is for the alley by
The dollar flicks, beat boxin', freestyles
How we got it in, oh, how I got at them
Dissed ‘em but they all loved it
Years from now
They’ll probably give paid tours of it
They couldn’t cage a classic
I fought in the prison and left the jail
And then came back as the warden
Bringin' happiness in the homeland
I’m tryin' to balance two lives
At the same time i used to think I make a
Killin' with the same rhymes
Till the bigger picture made me go
And change my frame of mind
But they yellin' out stop Laws
It’s like they thought I went
Pop ‘cause I popped off
I’m on your radar only just to drop off
Them other cats are chickens and
This the hot sauce
It makes ‘em go down easier
You lack vision then wonder why I Stevie ya
And this song written in the key of life
I take it back to the days of Pedialyte
‘Cause now my mother is my friend
And I need her advice if I make money
Who cares if I read or write?
And rappers pay writers
Then pay lawyers to read
I don’t do either plus we all can agree
I brought happiness in the homeland
I been long gone and I’m on my way home
But, I didn’t forget you
I never forget that I been around the world
And I, I, I let ‘em know my hometown
I ain’t forget to
We from the middle of nowhere
There’s no place like home
With these hands
I create words that they’ll
Talk about on C-SPAN
And teenage Laws really tryin' to see Japan
2011 Laws really tryin' to see his fam
It’s either Fuji or the movies with my nephew
Stonehenge and great times with old friends
I bet you, put in the same position
Would be after greener grass
When you movin' so fast that
They barely see your past
When friends stop callin' cause they watch
Your progress on a blog site
Thinkin' that it’s alright
And when my brother went to war
It wasn’t on NahRight every day
The chance is betted that I
Won’t be called Mike
But even when that Laws sound
Is too hot to handle
I'll still be food shopping in publics
In my socks and sandals
When the shawty at the register scan
She’ll skip a few items
‘Cause she a fan and I brought
That happiness in the homeland
So I’m bringin' that happiness
I’ll gladly get y'all the trophy
‘Cause we ain’t had a Grammy yet and this kid
Used to never dress out for phys ED
He would diss the teacher and
Sit on the bleachers instead makin' music
Not the kind they teach in any class
That ain’t no Sousa March
That ain’t no Pledge the Flag
This for my high school sweetheart, I miss ya
The dust you left me in turned into a twister
I’m still the same OG
Soundin' like a younger you
But still the same old me
This is for the alley by
The dollar flicks, beat boxin', freestyles
How we got it in, oh, how I got at them
Dissed ‘em but they all loved it
Years from now
They’ll probably give paid tours of it
They couldn’t cage a classic
I fought in the prison and left the jail
And then came back as the warden
Bringin' happiness in the homeland