Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Look, I've seen the real and I've seen the fake
All the shit I've seen I need break
But honestly that'd be my worst mistake
Rolling with my dog like Fin and Jake
Adventure time better grab your friends
I love my squad until the end
In the booth making perfect blends
Exile hold up I'm bout to begin
Spit that shit ima get my shit
Roll with me gonna stay extra lit
Hot Cuban girls wanna flash they tits
I'm so Off-Topic so I guess it's fits
Lately I've been feeling so cold hearted
Don't even know how it all got started
I'm never home so I feel so departed but regardless ima stay the hardest
YEAH
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Never home nigga I'm in NASA
Slide that bag it's a hand off
Nazi with ruger thats Adolf
If a bitch ain't working she get laid off
Its grimey at the top my nigga see the throne
If you want the bag you can't stay home
Always pop out with the blicky that's big chrome
Always booted it up my nigga in the in zone
If you out of pocket get laid out
Febreze your block that's a spray out
Team all black bring the gang out
Got no heart bring the rain out
Red dot looking like kano
Give her D4L I'm Fabo
Survival of the fittest that's the label
Survival of the fittest that's the label
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Myster Off-Topic - Never Home (feat. Exile) Lyrics
Myster Off-Topic - Never Home (feat. Exile) Lyrics
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Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Look, I've seen the real and I've seen the fake
All the shit I've seen I need break
But honestly that'd be my worst mistake
Rolling with my dog like Fin and Jake
Adventure time better grab your friends
I love my squad until the end
In the booth making perfect blends
Exile hold up I'm bout to begin
Spit that shit ima get my shit
Roll with me gonna stay extra lit
Hot Cuban girls wanna flash they tits
I'm so Off-Topic so I guess it's fits
Lately I've been feeling so cold hearted
Don't even know how it all got started
I'm never home so I feel so departed but regardless ima stay the hardest
YEAH
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Never home nigga I'm in NASA
Slide that bag it's a hand off
Nazi with ruger thats Adolf
If a bitch ain't working she get laid off
Its grimey at the top my nigga see the throne
If you want the bag you can't stay home
Always pop out with the blicky that's big chrome
Always booted it up my nigga in the in zone
If you out of pocket get laid out
Febreze your block that's a spray out
Team all black bring the gang out
Got no heart bring the rain out
Red dot looking like kano
Give her D4L I'm Fabo
Survival of the fittest that's the label
Survival of the fittest that's the label
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Look, I've seen the real and I've seen the fake
All the shit I've seen I need break
But honestly that'd be my worst mistake
Rolling with my dog like Fin and Jake
Adventure time better grab your friends
I love my squad until the end
In the booth making perfect blends
Exile hold up I'm bout to begin
Spit that shit ima get my shit
Roll with me gonna stay extra lit
Hot Cuban girls wanna flash they tits
I'm so Off-Topic so I guess it's fits
Lately I've been feeling so cold hearted
Don't even know how it all got started
I'm never home so I feel so departed but regardless ima stay the hardest
YEAH
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Never home nigga I'm in NASA
Slide that bag it's a hand off
Nazi with ruger thats Adolf
If a bitch ain't working she get laid off
Its grimey at the top my nigga see the throne
If you want the bag you can't stay home
Always pop out with the blicky that's big chrome
Always booted it up my nigga in the in zone
If you out of pocket get laid out
Febreze your block that's a spray out
Team all black bring the gang out
Got no heart bring the rain out
Red dot looking like kano
Give her D4L I'm Fabo
Survival of the fittest that's the label
Survival of the fittest that's the label
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Got it from the mud I ain't going back
Show me fake love you could keep that
No new friends I don't need that
No new friends I don't need that
Dying for that rollie on my wrist
Dying for that new forgiven bitch
My shooter don't aim from the hip
My shooter don't aim from the hip
Writer: Delano Gray, Karl Gray, William Bartley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Myster Off-Topic
Language: English
Length: 3:59
Written by: Delano Gray, Karl Gray, William Bartley