Welcome to H- Town, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa
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They say them boy's ridin' clean
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But what I became, what does it really mean
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Cup full of lean, got a sweet for the green
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Wake up, boy this ain't a dream
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Welcome to H-Town, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa
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I'm praying for H-Town
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Yeah, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa yeah
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Roaming round the earth, thinking about my city
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Yeah the place of my birth, every time I hear that name
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I feel His pain in my shirt, right next to my heart
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Like a flame and it hurts, ignored it at first, but
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Now I think it’s something I must address
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The right spot to get this thing off of my chest
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The caged bird won’t be able to sing until it rests
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If you just give me a chance to explain, I’ll do my best
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Explain you why I left, He orders my steps
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To expound any further will be a waste of breath
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The story’s a little more than it seems it has some depth
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It’s like I haven’t waken up from a dream quiet as kept
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Never the less baby I love H-Town
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Pray for my city where my knees hit the ground
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I pray you find the Savior like I did H-Town
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Cause when you come through, then it’s going down
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Oh I was born in H-Town, starched down way back
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When them slabs in the city beat the Screw up in the back
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Poking out, keep them spinners, eating Frenchies chicken dinner
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Family came from 3rd Ward Scott Street on up to Ennis
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Hanging out on Sunnyside with my cousin Corey
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They was on that purple Sprite, I was feeling sipping 40s
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Can you still pimpin' stories as I'm passing by Yates
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Stop and wonder if I'll ever have 'stakes
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I told my cousin D at TSU "I smoke trees,
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I think the Lord is calling me, both of us are agree"
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And, man, I love the city of my birth, that's why I plea
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That God will change the H, same way He's changing me!
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Cause all I cared about was riding clean
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A pocket full of green, and find a bad yella
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I can put up on my team
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My bro is riding dirty, know your soul ain't clean
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Aye gon' let the Lord intervene!
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Welcome to H-Town, yeah, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa yeah
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They say them boy's ridin' clean
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Fresh up on the scene
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But what I became, what does it really mean
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Cup full of lean, got a sweet for the green
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Wake up, boy this ain't a dream
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Welcome to H-Town, yeah, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa yeah
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I'm praying for H-Town
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Yeah, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa yeah
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I had a dream on the plane that I was sitting in the slabs
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Seat back, face up, chunkin deuce and givin dap
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Talking to my patnas 'bout these plans that I have
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When I told them "Oklahoma" mayne them boys just laughed, like
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"Where there at, folk? " "man, stop the joking" "yeah, you, but you ain't get dope"
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It's like they couldn't understand me having that hope trying to serve God.
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They want me serve the things with that dope, but yall boy we flat broke
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Pass the kill. And as I got higher, that's when I started to feel "dog, we're smoking kill"
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I backed away from the killa, He picked up my life and my vision got clearer
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Destiny is screamin it's fate, but I hear her, things are bad right now
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But the man in the mirror is trying to make a change, rearrange some things
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H-Town, I still love you, hold up, mayne
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Welcome to H-Town, welcome to H-Town
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Welcome to H-Town, welcome to H-Town
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Oh, oh ooo yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Yeah, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa yeah
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They say them boy's ridin' clean
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Fresh up on the scene
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But what I became, what does it really mean
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Cup full of lean, got a sweet for the green
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Wake up, boy this ain't a dream
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Welcome to H-Town, yeah yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa yeah
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I'm praying for H-Town
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Yeah, yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, Whoa yeah
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Welcome to H-Town, welcome to H-Town
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Welcome to H-Town, welcome to H-Town
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Oh, oh ooo yeah
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Welcome To H-Town
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| Lecrae |
