Revolve

by Home Address

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Home Address is:

Frankie Mattero
Brandon DeAtley
Albert Deel
Brandon Deel
Christian Deel

All songs are written and performed by Home Address.

This album was recorded, mixed, and mastered by Ian Hurdle.

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released April 19, 2015

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Track Name: Supposedly
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty nigga pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card

I sit back and read, like Cat in the hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
'Till a nigga get killed
'Till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'm a at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was just playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty nigga pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card

So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas actin', like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty nigga pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart

So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Track Name: Spare Room
I woke up cold this morning
And all I could do was collapse
When everyone's soft spoken
I speak exit signs and traps

These bones won't grow anymore
They'll all forget like before

I woke up cold this morning
And all I could do was collapse
When everyone's soft spoken
I speak exit signs and traps
Track Name: Dead Spin
I'm reaching out and grabbing nothing
I'm falling out in hopes of something

Dreary eyes don't look my way
Confiscate my words to say
Oh, how deaf those lines remain
That hold my lies to keep me sane

Footsteps walk by
Restless dead sigh
I hear a name
It all sounds same

Backtrack to the path to where it all began
Buried in a part of me that I don't understand
Blurred words and blind spots the distance start to win
I close my eyes and realize I'm stuck inside a dead spin

Dead
Spin

SPIN SLAM
Track Name: Revolve
It's kinda funny how I lie here
Stuck in the past tense just like last year
And everything has lost it's value
I wanna change I really want to

And now you're saying that it's pointless
Tables they turn you start to regress
You want it all, you wanted something
You want it all you wanted

Something sweet
Something real
But I can't see you

In spite of everything you once said
Oh how you feel my dreams with cold dread
I find excuses just to stay here
Attempt to smile to be sincere

And now you're saying that it's pointless
Tables they turn you start to regress
You want it all, you wanted something
You want it all you wanted

Something sweet
Something real
But I can't see you

Revolve around me