Lyrics:
Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Just
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
Woah
My mama worried, I'm balling like Stephen Curry
From the three, I'm the monster of the scene
I work too hard, lil baby
These real love scars lil
Meanwhile, I stay waitin' by the phone
Hopin' I get the call, tellin' a nigga that you home
What?
Grab my gats, locate my comrades
Let's get my enemies
spread the word
from their profound bibles
Frozen throne
The self-proclaimed pontiff keeps the gates
Of the frosted city
Go back home
The coffin hides
the lord had another vision
He told me I should be the guide of the unambitioned
I came a long way from me being the stubborn bishop
I took a step back from
Ok
Ok
Huh
Yea
If you know where I'm from well then how dare you ask it
From my cloth we cut em off look we ain't sharing fabrics
I'm still in
oh Lord I wanna go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars by
in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm just fine, yes they do
But by day I make the cars and by night I make the bars
If only
Another summer day
has come and gone away
In Paris or Rome...
but I wanna go home
...uhm Home
may be surrounded by
a million people I
still feel all
If I was a mailbox, you'd probably put you're your letters inside of me
And then open me up by my big fat head to look inside
Another morning
that last time, it became a pastime
A month into this endeavor I received a letter
From a Mr. James Reynolds, even better, it said
Dear Sir, I hope
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
said
You tell me you're on your own
And now I can't go home
And now you say I wasn't always by your side
By your side
But I think you know
Always did my
chores or working hard for SAT scores so
I was sent as a letter in a bigger message
Composed by babies that were brought across the North Atlantic
Dear
write you a letter
First I go home in my room all alone
Sit and wait by the phone, ring
(ring, ring, ring) got me feelin' so small
With my back against
night, shit
Every day, shit, dropping baby off at home, you do all my night, shit
You know I can't hear none of them spending nights, shit, I'm cool by
the gillotine
Yesterday Aljazair, tomorrow Philistine
My love letter to the past
This is my love letter to the future
This is my love letter from the heart
'cause
the weeping willow were two crosses side by side
Won't you come on home boy
Yeah your mama's mighty blue from missing you
home, I want to go home,
Oh, how I want to go home!
Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
Oh, how I want to go home
You see the homefolks think I'm
Big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think
I'm doing fine yes they do
But
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
he brought me
When he handed me a letter edged in black
With trembling hands I took the letter from him
I broke the seal and this is what it said
to fight
Sometimes I'll be wanting to strike
But I need my phone
I need my home
Tell em don't turn off the lights
Yea I'm tired of being broke
Yea see
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