Tekst:
Young The Giant Take Me Home

without your boots on And if you could be lost you?d find yourself at home Where mama?s house is up on the sunrise Sweet good god just take me by surprise

without your boots on And if you could be lost you?d find yourself at home Where mama?s house is up on the sunrise Sweet good god just take me by surprise

's right O A K L A N D That's where I rain, top dog MC Too short, baby, on the microphone I work more tails, I don't take freaks home Man, they start

thank God everyday for pavin' the way 'Cause he made me what I am today A young entrepreneur with amazin' talent In order to be the best you must take

some eight years, it's coming to you. hallelujah. i've left town, and i won't come home. ohio, i don't know, michigindiana, california, where's home

Children or Giants They play cards and click their eyes They laugh, and take tea at six They laugh as they tumble And have TEETH the size of cloudbursts And grip us and take

mouth Full of drugs, feelin' good I dare ya fa ta look at me, fuck with me, what nigga? Knock ya out and then kick ya apart Stomp the shit up outta bitch and take

take me home When she asked how old I was I told her 22 She told me she was 19 and the day was young So she took me home to her parents house I had no

to sleep and listen to the whispers of the grove At night she dreamed of places where she lived when she was young Where the corn strip stretched for miles like a giant