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Song «Group Home» von Future & Young Thug.
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2017 10 20 (Mixtape), 2018 04 04 (Digital)
Label: Epic, Selbstrelease (Youtube Video)
Songwriter Eduardo Earle & Bryan Simmons & Nayvadius Wilburn & Jeffery Williams
Produktion: Fuse & Bobby Keyz & Stonii Romo & TM88
Genre: Hip-Hop - Traprap
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Future
Young Thug
Eduardo Earle
Bryan Simmons
Nayvadius Wilburn
Jeffery Williams
Fuse
Bobby Keyz
Stonii Romo
TM88
Lyrics
[Intro: Young Thug] 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 [Chorus: Future] I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't mint I smell 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 [Verse 1: Future] Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day He made me a millionaire, I'm talkin' to him everyday All my littles 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 sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins [Chorus: Future] I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant I smell 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 [Verse 2: Young Thug] 'Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I'm too wrong Got a black 45 FN, I don't do chrome Fuck these niggas, I'm kickin' 'em out the loop, 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', yeah!) 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 Yeah [Chorus: Future] 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