เนื้อเพลง O Lord - Boosie Badazz
เนื้อเพลง O Lord
[Intro:]
Oh Lord, I ain't gon' do no more wrong
I wish I was a baby in my mama's home
You see the judge gave me the time up in there court
I went from a million dollar home to a cell 8 by 4
Oh Lord
[Hook:]
Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
I ain't gon' do no more wrong
Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
The whole pen sayin'
Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
I just wanna go home
Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord
(You feel me now n*gga)
[Verse 1:]
To go home you can have my home and all my redbones
Know when I'm free I'll get it back cause my head strong
F*ck all this wildin out, I can't keep f*ckin' up
Judge hit the hammer I hit hunts and reality struck
Ain't no place like home, I'm looking out the window
Thinking 'bout my kinfolk wishin' I had some endo
Do the crime, do the time, time lookin slow,
Wishin I could get a miracle release from (Hillar Moore)
I'm in the pen now, wishing I was still a baby
Gettin' rock to sleep, listening to sweet sadie
F*ck all these fat mouthin n*ggas I'm a let 'em ride
He think I'm p*ssy, it's all good, walk away and smile
Promise this time father God I'm a use my mind
Try not to do no more wrong, and I'm a gon' pay my tides
Momma asks me sh*t Boosie what's wrong? Nothin' Connie
I just want to go home, I just want to go
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ain't nothin' in this b*tch for me, know what I'm talking 'bout
Rather be broke on the street than a penitentiary boss
N*gga on the side me, man he came to the pen strong
Stuck in them cells f*cked em up now his mind gone
My other neighbor caught an L at only 15
He only f*cked one girl before he left the streets
My heart goes out too his situation affected me
F*ck goin' on a call out, I wanna walk free
I had super bad b*tches that was hood to me
Now they've got bad built b*tches lookin' good to me
The judge gave me that time dawg my heart stopped
My eyes watered up on me, n*gga my suggar dropped
I need somethin' out this b*tch, they've got me stressin'
I need some peas', Mac & cheese and cornbread dressing
Momma asks me sh*t Boosie what's wrong Nothin' momma
I just want to go home, I just want to go
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Oh Lord, that's what I'll holla as the food turns sour
Facing seven murders cause your goons turns sour
Oh Lord, that's what I hear get me out this b*tch
Long nights, plenty prayers, now I'm outchea rich
My n*ggas in there sick I know mook prayin I blow
He been down 19 and he's just 34
Purple dro we need (Oh Lord) to put all mine in these
N*gga get real time, why not smoke weed?
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Free Titus n*gga, Free Meechie, Free mook, Free flea, n*gga, Free one n*gga
Free five? n*gga, Free van, Free Joe, Free that n*gga C-Murder man
Free B.G., Free boo the wild thang n*gga, Free Mac, Free Mandigo
Free wanye perry n*gga, Free part time too Lil n*gga
All the real n*ggas I ain't forgot y'all
I know one thing, I know one thing
They just wanna go home, they just wanna go home
And if they go home, they ain't gon' do no more wrong
They just wanna go home
Oh Lord
Oh Lord