Future - Group Home (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Future - Group Home (en) Lyrics
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I cheated on my fears, yeah
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
And now I'm marryin' my dreams, yeah
I don't want it, don't want
it if it ain't meant
I spill codeine when I piss
I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget
You can't cry over scars
this permanent
I put a Patek in traffic
like Pablo Escobar
I adapted, immaculate,
I'm goin' extravagant
Hey, say my new tone Earth
tone, I can't do wrong
We change the weather, stick together
like we from the group home
Off the digital, no small
talk, all decimals
Cain and Able are both, brave
one man, two impeccable
I talked to Jesus Christ
on my worst day
He made me a millionaire, I'm
talkin' to him every day
All my little wonder if they
can go out in Escalade
I share all my bitches with
you besides my main bitch
I left my past behind
with new millennium
I left my heart in the
streets, I'm imperial
Had to find time to manage
my residuals
I deserve royalty, livin' in a castle
I'm hustlin', tryna make rent,
you call the popo on me
I pistol whip a J for three dollars,
you better not owe me
Yeah
I robbed a nigga in broad daylight
the first day I had Jacoby, yeah
He don't know I finessed him
'Cause the homies, they was
'bout to murder him
Went out the backdoor, took the blame
'Cause I knew T-Money was
gon' blow out his brains
I'm back from the grave,
I'm damn near insane
I saw so much crack, I got
yayo still in my veins
'Bout to WCW my bitch
friend on two rooms
Got a black 45 FN, I don't do chrome
Fuck these niggas, I'm kickin'
'em out the loot, woah
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and
it's two-toned (two, two)
I dress up like it's elastic, yeah
12 cartridge for these bastards, yeah
Swiggy swaggy, I'ma devil, yeah
I got the shits in Cali (Cali)
I got the kids a Denali (swerve)
I bulletproof all the windows (on God)
I'm bulletproofin' the
mattresses (blat)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (yeah)
Cut you off and dodge you like
a fuckin' Charger (Charger)
I showed I liked her but
I still didn't get her
I got back problems from gamblin'
from the night to mornin'
(night to mornin', yes)
You can fuck every one of my hoes
except my main (main bitch)
It's too hard to dedicate to
you, I'm so scared of shame
I don't care to find out you
was creepin' 'cause I'm
doin' the same thing
My bitches temporary like stitches
You and your mama, your brother, your
cousin ain't nothin' but bitches
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