Sangtekster:
Wild Light Call Home

radio. "Call home, call home, if you ever have any doubts." You're just a Hitchhike highway ghost riding your rage from town to town. Call home, call home

I am the owl who stands alone The lonesome wild, I call my home Just like the workman when his day is done I can't wait for that sinking sun Let the

[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold

up, dubs on tha Cadillac White tees, Nikes Gangstas don't know how to act Adams Ville, Bankhead College Park, Carver Homes Hummers floatin' on chrome Chokin' on that home

all sticky from the residue Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you Cause life is only give and take In the town where the strong control the fake The wild wild

son but no one by that name lives here anymore" My fathers house shines hard and bright it stands like a beacon calling me in the night Calling and calling

never clone Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date, put your title to waste Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild

if you want me to love you that's a no no I know you're used to goin' places with them lights and painted faces Where the dancing girls do something they call

-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her