J. Cole - Home For The Holidays
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Home For The Holidays Lyrics

Hey, this is the story of a young? n dreamin
Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin?
Big city on his own sh-t
But every now and then a n-gga get home sick
Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned
A lot of sh-t been changing the time you? ve been gone
The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner
And went and got baby? s the day they got a diploma
Damn, there? ll be some n-ggas missing when you fly back
If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq
Old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac
Anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack
Damn homie, sh-t, in high school you was the man homie
F-ck happened to you,
Used to beat n-ggas down at the buses after school
Now you looking like a muthaf-cking fool

Say I? ll be home for the holidays
So when you see me, better holla at me
I gotta get up put this city ? fore it try to trap me
I gotta leave, i wish I could stay
But I? ll be home for the holidays
And to those that I used to know
From way before, keep your head up
Come lets get this bread up
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
But I? m coming hme for the holidays

[J. Cole - Verse 2]
This is a story bout some puppy love
But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love
Although now Im on my grown sh-t
She mad as hell, a n-gga still get home sick
I was fresh up off a scholarship
Dressed like a black man in college sh-t
Got a little knowledge now Im following the politics
But I still gotta holla at my old chick
So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it? s me

She said ? we aint homies no more?
You go to college and you act like you don? t know me no more
Girl, we got history semester seem so long
The last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on
So if history repeats itself
When I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt
Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind
Just don? t give it up in the meantime


[J. Cole - Verse 3]
Man i reminisce on them school days
I know you know them act a fool days
That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed
That trying to get laid so i gotta stay fly
But a n-gga had a shot you? d have thought thats where the bulls play
Wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid
Crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late
Buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes
But the n-gga was graduated but he never made two a? s
Hey if you? re listening we got in to school
But who will pay our tuition man
These n-ggas crazy
One year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz)
Four years cost white crib and a baby
Ay maybe this aint for me
If only i could be Lebron with the strength to leave
The worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free
Maybe i can be someone people pay to see
And maybe i should move up outta here to the place to be
To get from a to z ay what you think im crazy
If i told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z
And will i make it i guess we gotta wait and see

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these lyrics are last corrected by Typhoon

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