| Put everything in a suitcase one day,
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| And run away to the runway
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart (lay my heart)
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| If you see me rollin' that’s where I’m going
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart
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| Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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| You ever start to feel that home wasn’t your home
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| Kinda like somebody made you wear the wrong clothes
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| What you say ain’t gotta be what you made of
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| Well see your heart don’t always match where you came from
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| Couldn’t see you so they treat you like a misfit
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| Because your mind clicks in another district
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| Call you fake but they don’t know what’s inside you
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| Cause what’s inside justifies what divides you
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| Searching for that place right where you wanna be
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| That’s really real where it’s never full capacity
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| Throw that and get away, never come back, don’t go the wrong way
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| Put everything in a suitcase one day,
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| And run away to the runway
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart
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| Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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| If you see me rollin' that’s where I’m going
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart
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| Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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| They say home’s where you hang your hat
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| So beware of the owner cause he bang his gap
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| International kush and I clean my set
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| All over the globe V.A. |
| I rep
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| And it still ain’t enough for the haters
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| Put on for my city, light it up like it’s Vegas
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| How you frontin' on, Ali, I’m the greatest
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| Float like a butterfly, the porsche ride amazing
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| I feel like Speedracer
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| Margielas in the Louis Duffle
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| MCM hold the Fendi buckle
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| Paw, that’s what I call an interracial couple
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| Along with poppin' sounds, that’s a power struggle
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| Put everything in a suitcase one day,
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| And run away to the runway
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart
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| Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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| If you see me rollin' that’s where I’m going
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart
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| Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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| Change my longitude, and my latitude
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| To get an attitude, that shit gratitude
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| But my mind’s gone until I find home
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| Then I can get my shine on, no rhinestones
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| Then I can get my shine on, no rhinestones
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| See you later with my bags, I’m gone
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| Put everything in a suitcase one day,
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| And run away to the runway
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart
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| Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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| If you see me rollin' that’s where I’m going
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| To find somewhere to lay my heart
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| Home’s wherever I lay my heart |