J. COLE - Home For The Holidays

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[Verse 1:]

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 shit

But every now and then a nigga get home sick

Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned

A lot of shit 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 niggas 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, shit, in high school you was the man homie

Fuck happened to you,

Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school

Now you looking like a motherfucking 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 let's get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay

But I'm coming hme for the holidays

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

This is a story bout some puppy love

But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love

Although now I'm on my grown shit

She mad as hell, a nigga still get home sick

I was fresh up off a scholarship

Dressed like a black man in college shit

Got a little knowledge now I'm 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 ain't 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 ain't have no clothes on

So if history repeats itself

When I get home, girl it's on, you ain't gone need ya belt

Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind

Just don't give it up in the meantime


[Verse 3: J. Cole]

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 nigga had a shot you'd have thought that's 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 nigga 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 niggas crazy

One year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz)

Four years cost white crib and a baby

Ay maybe this ain't for me

If only I could be Lebron and go striaght to the league

The worst part about growing up man the shit just ain't 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 I'm crazy

If I told you one day that I'm a sign with Jay-Z

And will I make it I guess we gotta wait and see


Thanks to Bribri95 for correcting these lyrics

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