Ft. Pusha T
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(Chorus)
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Put everything in a suitcase one day
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And run away to the runway
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To find somewhere to lay my heart,lay my heart
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If you see me rollin’ that’s where I’m going
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To find somewhere to lay my heart
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Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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(Verse : Iggy Azalea)
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You ever start to feel that home wasn’t your home
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Kinda like somebody made you wear the wrong clothes
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What you say ain’t gotta be what you made of
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Well see your heart don’t always match where you came from
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Couldn’t see you so they treat you like a misfit
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Because your mind clicks in another district
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Call you favor they don’t know what’s inside you
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‘Cause what’s inside justifies what divides you
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Searching for that place right where you wanna be
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That’s really real where it’s never full capacity
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Roll back and get away ,never come back never runaway
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(Chorus)
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Put everything in a suitcase one day
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And run away to the runway
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To find somewhere to lay my heart,
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Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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If you see me rollin’ that’s where I’m going
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To find somewhere to lay my heart
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Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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(Verse : Pusha T)
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They say home’s where you hang your hat
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So beware of the owner ’cause he bang his gap
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And in that shit I push and I clean my set
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All over the globe via I rap
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And it still ain’t enough for the haters
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Put on for my city, light it up like it’s Vegas
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How you frontin’ on I lead I’m the greatest
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Flow like a butterfly , the porsche ride amazing
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I feel like speedracer
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My jello’s in the Louie Duffle
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MCM hold the finna’ buckle
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Paw, that’s what I call an interracial couple
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A long whip poppin’ tans ,that’s a power struggle
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(Chorus)
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Put everything in a suitcase one day
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And run away to the runway
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To find somewhere to lay my heart,
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Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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If you see me rollin’ that’s where I’m going
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To find somewhere to lay my heart
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Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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(Verse : Iggy Azalea)
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Change my lounge too, and my lattitude
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To get an attitude ,the shit granted too
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But my mind’s gone until my fine home
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Then I can get my shine on no rice stones
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Then I can get my shine on no rice stones
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See you later with my bigz, I’m gone
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(Chorus)
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Put everything in a suitcase one day
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And run away to the runway
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To find somewhere to lay my heart,
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Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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If you see me rollin’ that’s where I’m going
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To find somewhere to lay my heart
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Home’s wherever I lay my heart
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Runway
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| Iggy Azalea |
