Majoe House

Dream, where you are now

Back in those days when I hit this porch it would be dusk dark

I be done run myself to death trying to get to this house

And C- her old self would go hang out half of the night

And I think sometimes she don't ever think back

Them days I had to be at home Buddy and those would be coming home from football practice

Stayed up for dually trucks, Calvin slide across the track

I'm watchin' Dragon Tales, Majoe posted in the back

Noddin off wake up to a smell that I know too well

Back to the times where niggas never had a thought of shells