Текст песни Ay My Nigga, Sé Do Bheatha 'Bhaile - Triz Nathaniel

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!"