Lil Boosie - O Lord Lyrics
[Intro:]Oh Lord, I ain't gon' do no more wrongI wish I was a baby in my mama's homeYou see the judge gave me the time up in there courtI went from a million dollar home to a cell 8 by 4Oh Lord[Hook:]Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh LordI ain't gon' do no more wrongOh Oh Oh Lord Oh LordThe whole pen sayin'Oh Oh Oh Lord Oh LordI just wanna go homeOh Oh Oh Lord Oh Lord(You feel me now nigga)[Verse 1:]To go home you can have my home and all my redbonesKnow when I'm free I'll get it back cause my head strong***** all this wildin out, I can't keep *****in' upJudge hit the hammer I hit hunts and reality struckAin't no place like home, I'm looking out the windowThinking 'bout my kinfolk wishin' I had some endoDo the crime, do the time, time lookin slow,Wishin I could get a miracle release from (Hillar Moore)I'm in the pen now, wishing I was still a babyGettin' rock to sleep, listening to sweet sadie***** all these fat mouthin niggas I'm a let 'em rideHe think I'm *****, it's all good, walk away and smilePromise this time father God I'm a use my mindTry not to do no more wrong, and I'm a gon' pay my tidesMomma asks me shit Boosie what's wrong? Nothin' ConnieI just want to go home, I just want to go[Hook][Verse 2:]Ain't nothin' in this ***** for me, know what I'm talking 'boutRather be broke on the street than a penitentiary bossNigga on the side me, man he came to the pen strongStuck in them cells *****ed em up now his mind goneMy other neighbor caught an L at only 15He only *****ed one girl before he left the streetsMy heart goes out too his situation affected me***** goin' on a call out, I wanna walk freeI had super bad *****es that was hood to meNow they've got bad built *****es lookin' good to meThe judge gave me that time dawg my heart stoppedMy eyes watered up on me, nigga my suggar droppedI need somethin' out this *****, they've got me stressin'I need some peas', Mac & cheese and cornbread dressingMomma asks me shit Boosie what's wrong Nothin' mommaI just want to go home, I just want to go[Hook][Verse 3:]Oh Lord, that's what I'll holla as the food turns sourFacing seven murders cause your goons turns sourOh Lord, that's what I hear get me out this *****Long nights, plenty prayers, now I'm outchea richMy niggas in there sick I know mook prayin I blowHe been down 19 and he's just 34Purple dro we need (Oh Lord) to put all mine in theseNigga get real time, why not smoke weed?[Hook][Outro:]Free Titus nigga, Free Meechie, Free mook, Free flea, nigga, Free one niggaFree five? nigga, Free van, Free Joe, Free that nigga C-Murder manFree B.G., Free boo the wild thang nigga, Free Mac, Free MandigoFree wanye perry nigga, Free part time too Lil niggaAll the real niggas I ain't forgot y'allI know one thing, I know one thingThey just wanna go home, they just wanna go homeAnd if they go home, they ain't gon' do no more wrongThey just wanna go homeOh LordOh Lord
