Struggle da Preacher - No Place Like Home (Lost My Keys) | Текст песни

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• Struggle da Preacher
• No Place Like Home (Lost My Keys)

[Intro]:
Hey you wudup, SDP in the mufuckin house
Lately i've been traveling all over the world
And right now im in Moscow, 69 records
People used to hate on me
But that's what i got to say, yeah

[Verse 1]:
Life is going on while many of us are gone
Fuck'em all, i keep traveling all around the world
I aint give a fuck about no one, life is too short for that
I was born in Russia so i got hated
There is no place like home but i lost my keys
Now i'm ovaseas making my music
Tomorrow i'm in Paris going to studio
afetr that i'm leaving the Europenian Union
Back in Newark, 361 Broad Street
Spending sometime there then go back to Russia
Thats so much i've seen in all them places i've been
But wandering is my only option
You hate me for the way i sound like, but im international
holding the mic, ok
Im right here, right there, try to catch me up
It's all about moving so fuck your stereotypes

[Chorus]:
There is no place like home but i've lost my keys
I'm knocking on the door but no one ask who is it
All windows closed, no one is in
I am so lost in this world that full of of sins

[Verse 2]:
365 days in a year but i never
Stay in one place longer than 60 minutes haha
I am just kidding now i hope you feel me
But to be honest i keep traveling daily
From the East to the WEST, Northside Jersey
I keep grinding alot to invest in my music
And that's what i understood
While you actin fool staying in the hood
You're just local, i am global
It's so hard for you to focus on what i'm talking
Get out of the box, it's not about your hood
There are so many countries that you might never heard of
And you keep saying you're the best knowing lotta things
it's just ignorance nothing more nothing less
Time to say good bye
There are still some places where i gotta drop

[Chorus].

[Outro]:
Yo Struggle da Preacher
respect what you hear, you know
And no fuckin hate
Tyumen, Moscow, Newark, Barcelona, Paris
I rep all over the worl, yamsayin
Peace out