paroles de chanson Coming Home (feat. Token, Chris Rivers & Nutso) - Domingo feat. Token, Chris Rivers & Nutso

(Home) (Going home)
(I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)

Pencil in my fingers, everyone I'm with pretending that they listen
Bell just finished ringing, I'm sitting in school
Phone is ringing, my manager's got some news
But if I take it out, my teacher won't approve
The show last night was crazy
But it was in Connecticut, I got home at five in the morning
And I'm trying my best to pay attention
But I've had a lack of sleep for a week
And I'm still on a high from that performance
Surrounded by fake smiles and it's all clear
'Cause I'm buzzing now and plus everyone
Doesn't know what they wanna be
But I do and it's kind of already working
I cannot stop thinking I do not belong here
I am not being productive
'Cause I spend half of my day here
Plus all of the homework that comes with
I'm wasting my time, shit is eating me alive
Everyone who knows me knows where I'm meant to be in this life
I'm going home

(Going home)
(I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)

Young nigga from the Boogie Down
Took me looking shookly at these hoods to fully look around
Boogieman rocks hoodies, Timbs, and Gucci belts from moving pounds
Sometimes I ain't have a home
Homies let me snooze on couches, why I appreciate it
Now you are alleviated
Must be good to know it's hard to look at stars and see we made it
From the bottom of the barrel, had to dodge a couple barrels
Making money for my mummy with the power of a pharaoh
Call me King Tut, supreme king dreams with the mean strut
Had to push a button, pushers press you if you seem tough
From the era every era tear your cerebellum, yellow tape
And your melon trying to make some tapes and sell 'em
Miss me with the bullshit
Miss me with the wish you niggas knew Chris
Now you want my home but you was laughing at The Blueprint
Hop on top of cops like dots that's shopping for a spot
But if money stop, I bet you niggas act like you ain't knew Chris God
It's Rivers

(Going home)
(I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)
(Going home) (I'm going home)

When I'm on tour, I call that my vacation
Pussy, weed, and money, that's my motivation
I love rocking shows, 'specially overseas
'Cause them European girls like getting on they knees
A little homesick but I'll be back in a month
It beats being in jail, no freaking handcuffs
Y'all know me, nuts over beats and the block
Reminiscing on that night uptown I got knocked
It changed my life, sitting up in a cell
Knowing damn well that I'm headed to hell
I chose this life, can't regret those flaws
I was in them streets, feeling above the law
Coke in my drawers, half a P in the trunk
Jail time in the program, that's 36 months
I'ma eat, work out, man, I miss my family
Counting down the days I touch down
Queens, I'm coming home

(Going home)
(I'm going home)
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(Going home) (I'm going home)