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Home Grown Single All The Way

Trina, Trina 2010 Yeah, I'm showing out Shawty shut it down, she step on the block Make me wanna reach into my pocket And throw out all my singles, all my singles

me Souped up, selling out, sloppy or poppy There so much live for, there for here's more from a woman All woman keep the rumors to yourself The over blown, home grown

that seaweed Y'all gonna see me today, fuck that When we come through, just crowd Crowd up around, y'all listen to the sound Yo, this is for the way

burned out, Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision and possibility? What chance does anyone have when all the spaces are filled? Sipping breakfast

and me By existing in this society we all share the guilt We're all responsible for the misery the multinationals have built We all add to the list of

all the ladies in the hezouse, hea he it's for all the ladies in the heoueoueouze Tom: Mark! Mark: What Tom: Shut the fuck up Mark: It's for all

shit And I came home one night, And I seen you It was the best I ever had. (LOL) And this is my song for you And You We all grown I love it, shit Okay

above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all

in these streets, tryin' to get it Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers I used to think she didn't love us 'Cause she beat us so much plus she came home