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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lionel Richie
Lionel Richie
Songwriter
Ronald LaPread
Ronald LaPread
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bosko Kante
Bosko Kante
Mixing Engineer
Bosko
Bosko
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Even though the streets mob filthy, lights burned out
Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth
**** are starvin', some of my **** is havin' they cash
**** is ballin', parkin' they car up on the grass
Livin' it up to the fullest platinum-colored jewels and organized glass
Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass
I'm lookin' out the window while you play Nintendo
You drive a Navigator, I drive a Pinto
I was there, nothin' polite, me and my fools
The ghetto, field mice and rat drippings up in my shoes
A rebel, without a pause, commodes and stars
No toilet tissue, dirty doo-doo stains up in my draws
[Verse 2]
Oh, zoom, I like to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I found a love that I long to see
And people can be, who they wanna be, oh
[Verse 3]
I never had, lobster in my life
Or teriyaki steaks, just sardines and spam and cornflakes
Pacific Bell done put me on restriction once again
I can't call out, but you can call in
Can barely think straight, barely can focus
My crackhead cousin spent the night, now we got roaches
Here lies my property, no composure
Six months behind on my mortgage, house under foreclosure
Mama ain't feelin' too well, she diabetic
Scared of needles hospitals, ambulance, paramedics
And I'm the oldest of four, sleepin' on the floor
Watching TV channels, we used to borrow cable from next door
[Verse 4]
Oh, zoom, I like to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I, found a love that I long to see
And people can be who they want, who they wanna be, yeah
[Verse 5]
I seen it in a dream, a big white home, looked like a office building
An old school Brougham with a sunroof ceiling
Thug living, sixty-four ounce of drinkin' thinkin'
"How could I come up, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Drug dealin', wheelin' and dealin' tryin' to make a million
Blood spillin', driveby walk up to that ****, peel him
Back then I was blind, penitentiary, chance at jail
Livin' off my girl for hella long she worked at Taco Bell
And if the heater ain't workin' and it's freezin' cold
We open up the oven and turn on the stove
Survival, granddaddy's appreciation, revival church
Of Pentecost, we raised money by givin' car washes
[Verse 6]
Oh, zoom, I like to fly far away from here
Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear
And I found a love that I long to see
And people can be who they want, who they wanna be, yeah
Written by: Lionel Richie, Ronald LaPread
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