know what I'm thinkin' So give it up now, just give it up now Give it up, whoa oh oh whoa Give it up 'cuz I can see through you Give it up, whoa oh
thinking. So give it up now, just give it up now. Give it up 'cause I can see through you. Give it up you know that I'd do anything for you. It's
Tercüme: Home Grown. Give it Up.
. So give it up now, just give it up now. Give it up 'cause I can see through you. Give it up you know that I'd do anything for you. It's obvious
through it Stretched up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it
up in your ass, think I was on some shit Look, you against me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where, what it's gon' be I don't give a fuck if it
you go (You go, you go) You give me your word and I always take it You say you'll be home but you never make it So why do I... Always end up that girl
All right when we go up in this goddamn house All I want is the motherfuckin' kids As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do Bust him in his motherfuckin
out my plans Die before I see my son grow into a man Die before my niggas come home from they bids Die before I truly learn how to really live Now it
you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up Just stay this little Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up It could stay this simple
adjust, I don't give a fuck about my roof that much, So put it in the trunk and then the coupe sped up, Take the chopper out the trunk and just shoot that up
a place where love grows wild Where hearts can trust just like a child A wild thing, it don't need a lot It just grows on what it's it got It still grows
you for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids? make mad excuses when they know what it is
home you know Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine Where the peaches grow And my house it?s not much to talk about But it?s filled with love That?s grown
prove would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose say what you want about Joe but I stood my ground bitch, I get it up myself you just put it
, it picks you up and spins you round, Sits you right back down where you belong. Love is like the april rain that makes the harvest grow And when it grows it
it picks you up And spins you round Sets you right back down, where you belong Love is like the April rain That makes the harvest grow And when it grows it
