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lasoul (usa) - home lyrics

[intro]
a rose in harlem starts to bloom
the world is like a toy balloon
i hear a love song and i cry
and i know why
(kanan, where are you?)

[verse 1: lasoul]
yeah, home, so familiar, yet so distant
memories linger, but the present feel resistant
man, walkin’ through life don’t even feel sufficient
the bread that i’m makin’ is so inconsistent
everything that i do feel like a f+ckin’ chore
except for this music, that’s what i live for
i pray that i blow up just like some c4
furthermore, goin’ up, [?] ain’t much of a struggle
nowadays, i’m hustlin’, tryna stay out of trouble
so much stress goin’ on that i’m tryin’ to juggle
like a clown at a carnival, i swear i won’t fumble

[interlude]
i hеar a love song, and i cry

[verse 2: lasoul]
i may be workin’ this lame+ass ninе+to+five
but in five to nine years, i’m in the spotlight
i don’t write sh+t down for the follows and likes
i write these songs for my mental, and i’m chasin’ the highs
there’s no chain in the world that i wouldn’t break
word up to lorraine, he put me on game
started this in june, know i will be soon
stadium status, but don’t starve me with silver spoons
[interlude]
the world is like a toy balloon
toy balloon
a rose in harlem starts to bloom

[verse 3: jacque lorraine]
better than brand new, but smoother than oldheads
we came up from nothin’, but now we got souls
gotta get home, but never know where our home is
put money in the pit just to help me focus
truth of the matter is it never gets worse
then everybody comin’ at you, tryna get on your verse
[?], ride around in a he+rs+
blue faces [?], never speak on smurf
foldin’ on fenton, buyin’ way to a curse
if i knew a new [?], i’ll be parkin’ the [?]
i never had that sh+t, i never bagged that b+tch
i’ll probably come around, and f+ck around, and bag that sh+t
’cause if i’m bein’ honest, [?] sensitive, stupid
i can never get the teachers, and they callin’ me useless
[?], but i know about these deuces
idolizin’ [?], because you like my music
oxycotin in his veins, and [?] in his breath
but that’s ’cause somebody [?], and he’s lonesome in his death
and these [?] tickin’, [?] we know that we up next
’cause somebody that we love make a hundred+dollar stress
and we wanna buy the world, [?]

- lasoul usa lyrics

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