Ay My Nigga, Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile
Triz Nathaniel
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Mm, I'm coming home I'm coming home I'm coming home Mm, I'm coming home When you get home we goin' Rick James with it Call up everybody it's a celebration bitches Your family miss ya, but we getting our wish 'cause We getting you back just in time for Christmas They locked your body, your mind was off in the distance They tried to break you but you maintained resistance Constantly tested they made you into a litmus But the day they release ya we gon' be there with the quickness The whip that's waiting for you outside of the gate Gon' be fully equipped with shit we used to hate I'll take a eighth of weed and stuff it into a j And behind the seat, ice cold henny! Ya momma can't wait to see you face to face Cuz in her heart's been a empty space And I hope you don't feel like no disgrace You took the L but still ran the race My ace boon coon, from the womb to the tomb And mad soon we could resume Getting you flier than Jeff 'Cause rose gold is in bloom Like the monkey said when they cut off his tail, "It won't be long now!" But when you went away I felt like 'Ye on "It All Falls Down" We was twin souls with our career goals, and shit, look at me now But you big bro, so deep down I always wanted to make you proud On the day before I'll make sure everything is on It's gonna be a holy day, Shabbat Shalom When we hear your voice on the other end of the phone Saying: "I'm coming home" One thing we gotta do Get the whole block to the barbecue You know how Ms. Cookie do Put her whole foot up in the stew And I ain't trying to cross the line But your baby mom's still stupid fine I got y'all a fancy bottle of wine So if y'all just wanna kick back and recline Only thing changed, shit's gentrified So now we intertwined With the yuppie types that's rich and white But our folks still here so that's alright But right when you get home They know we partying all night And they invited But if they call the cops we gon' fight It's hard to believe your son's thirteen And damn near taller than me Last time I saw him we was playing some ball Reminded me of Kobe Except he know he supposed to be Always a gentleman We see how you influenced him Shit he already got a girlfriend I'm certain you'll make time to do that father-son shit If you think about it that way, he's luckier than we was as kids And in the end it's 'cause of him you're staying home for good Where we celebrate our friends like Yeats in the hood Never for a second was your loyalty in question Doing nearly seven for one indiscretion You know I trust no one not even my own reflection But with you I always made that one exception I wasn't always there when you needed something But at least I'm here from here on Wrote letters but soon we doing better Than a couple friendly "Dear John's" It won't be long til the sun dawns On the day you could bounce like Tigger For when it comes I made a song To say "Welcome home, my nigga!"
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