Текст песни Home Phone - Ray Alexis

Yeah
Yeah
As a youngin
Empty stomach
In the park was always rumbling
Momma call all of a sudden
Pops home late see he was juggling a couple things
Bring home a couple wings
Said he was working late
But mom suspects other things

No question ask
I'm knowing that they go last
Think bout this years later
Like damn homie grew up fast
Then I met this fine chick
Her mind set to go to college
I'm still with Nas shit
And concepts of filling wallets
Gimme the loot Christopher Wallace
I wanna be rich
With minimal efforts you know that doesn't exist
But life go on it's silly to be staring at the clock
To be honest girl
I'm happy that we talk

Used to Call shorty on the home phone
Talk bout what we do when we both grown
Used to Call shorty on the home phone
Talk bout what we do when we both grown

Yeah
Remember summer 90 something
And we live with our Cousins
I'm looking at my pops like nigga must be buggin'
I'm under 10, so there's really no discussion
Then I grew up and realized that we were struggling
But back on some couple Things
We started to live like Kings
Parent bought a crib
So I started some other things
It's Sneak away, Piece cake
Got caught, Seize the day
Things changed in way
Pops sent me away
I Moved Jersey
Missing my dime piece
I started rapping and my cousin was making beats
Probably the first time my soul really felt at peace
Went down a new road but my niggas they took the street
And life goes on
It's silly to be staring at the clock
To be honest girl
I'm happy that we talk

Used to Call shorty on the home phone
Talk bout what we do when we both grown
Used to Call shorty on the home phone
Talk bout what we do when we both grown