Home For The Holidays - Coldworld
Hey this is the story of a young and dreaming
Left his city to see if he could be what he dreaming
Big city on his own sh*t
But every now and then a ni**a get homesick
Pick up the phone
Holla at my partner he telling me be warned
A lot of sh*t done changed
In the time that you've been gone
The streets got meaner the hoes got growner
And went and got babies the day they got they diploma
Damn gon' be some niggas missing when you fly back
If you black they sending you to jail or to Iraq
Old buddy that we hoop with
With the bad chick and a fly 'lac
And a gold chain
Caught him on the Merc tryna buy crack
Damn homie
Sh*t in high school you was the man homie
The f**k happened to you
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
Now you looking like a motherf**king fool
Said I'll be home for the holidays
So when you see me better holla at me
I gotta get up out this city before it try to trap me
I gotta leave I wish I could stay
But I'll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before keep your head up
Come lets get this bread up
Girl I gotta go wish I could stay
But I'm coming home for the holidays
Hey this is a story bout some puppy love
But at the time boy
I was feeling like this must be love
Although now I'm on my grown sh*t
She bad as hell a ni**a still get home sick
I was fresh up off a scholarship
Dressed like a black man in college sh*t
Got a little knowledge now I'm following the politics
But I still gotta holla at my old chick
So sweet so thick girl pick up your phone it's me
She said what we ain't homies no more
You go to college
Now you act like you don't know me no more
Girl please we got history semester seem so long
The last time I seen you baby
You ain't have no clothes on
So if history repeats itself
When I get home girl it's on
You ain't gone need you belt
Or your pants or your drawers then we hit the rewind
Just don't give it up in the meantime
Said I'll be home for the holidays
So when you see me better holla at me
I gotta get up out this city before it try to trap me
I gotta leave I wish I could stay
But I'll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before keep your head up
Come lets get this bread up
Girl I gotta go wish I could stay
But I'm coming home for the holidays
Man I reminisce on them school days
I know you know them act a fool days
That missed the bus then hit the blunt
And go to school blazed
Trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly
But a ni**a hella shy you would have thought
That's where the bulls play
Was just a freshman could used a little Kool aid
Crushing on them upper classmen but it was too late
Buddy she was dating yeah he had the freshest shoes
But the ni**a graduated and he never made two A's
Hey if you're listening we got in school
But who will pay our tuition man
These niggas crazy
One year cost about same as a Mercedes benz
Four years cost wife crib and a baby
Ay maybe this ain't for me
Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league
The worst part of growing up man sh*t just ain't for free
Maybe I can be somebody people pay to see
And maybe I should move up out here to the place to be
To get from A to Z ay what you think I'm crazy
If I told you one day that I'mma sign with Jay Z
And will I make it man I guess we gotta wait and see
Said I'll be home for the holidays
So when you see me better holla at me
I gotta get up out this city before it try to trap me
I gotta leave I wish I could stay
But I'll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before keep your head up
Come lets get this bread up
Girl I gotta go wish I could stay
But I'm coming home for the holidays
