PHIL ADA

PHIL ADA - Coming Home lyrics

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<b>Coming Home</b> by <i>PHIL ADÉ</i><br />I got a bag full of polos

And a head full of doubt

I'm headin' out

To a city that I don't know

But where the dames know my name

And my niggas on game

All the same I'm a be alone though

Phone home every chance I get

But every city I go I find a group of hoes

And when you phone I don't answer shit

Damn. My apologies

I'm chasin' that dollar with a pile of G's

Gotta blend in, but still stand out

Nothin' like the man that my momma sees

Fake smiles, weak daps

I don't fuck with ya'll and ya'll weak raps

Black N Mild, I smoke three packs

We don't sleep no more, we take speed naps

Staying in my lane but I speed past

Let the drinks pour and the weed pass

Thinkin' how the hell did I get here

With security and girls trying to sneak past

Sold out shows, the road I chose

Wearin' shit once then we throwin' out clothes

On fours I pose when we goin' out doors

Roll our dro when I'm pourin' out Rose

I should've been graduatin'

With a girl that mom should be glad I'm datin'

Instead I'm here with a stripper in my lap

Told me hit when I'm back from the path I'm takin'

Til I'm comin'

[Chorus:]

Cause I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

They told me be in it but not of it

Go and get it do not covet

I know I got what got a lot of the few

So a lot of you can shove it

Leavin' Dallas, sittin' in Coach

All crunched up, Cinammon Toast

Chasin' my dreams, facin' my fears

It's been two years, now we gettin' in close

But some of the people that got me here

Gossip and talk like it's not me here

"Phil changed he ain't puttin' us on"

Well here you go, you got put in a song

Nigga, I ain't Dame Dash

And I ain't even got the same cash

Let me hold my own

So I can come home

And give somebody else the same chance

Royal Fam til I die

I don't talk that shit I be it

Rep Maryland, but I leave a lot cause I want the world to see it

I be in Chitown with my fam hustle

LA with my cous' Jonas

In New York every other week cause these record labels be up on us

Send me a bonus

My opponents, ain't up on us

They up in smoke

When the beat crack, I make love to it

And that's why they say I'm fuckin' dope

Ain't nothin' to joke

We don't cry, we smoke something to cope

Let me go where I need to go

Promise when I'm back I ain't leavin' home

[Chorus]

I've seen a palace in London

I've seen a castle in Wales

But I'd rather wake up beside you

And breathe out a familiar smell

I never thought you could leave me

I figured I was the one

But I understand your sadness

So I guess I should just hold my tongue

But I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I know that we're takin' chances

You told me life was a risk

I just have one last question

Will it be my heart

Or will it be his?

I could wipe your tears away

But couldn't wipe your fears away

All this hearsay, and talk shit

I wish I could take your ears away

But it appears I'm too late

The wisdom two wayed

I found it, now we've risen two ways

Grown apart, I own a part in this

But you be acting like you Joan of Arc and shit

I ain't even trying to war

I'd rather ignore

Naw I ain't tryin' to talk, sit

We've been doing that way too long

I was wrong, you were wrong, and we could if we all admit

I be thinkin' it'd be good if we still could chill

But that would only be good if we could still feel

I got a heart like coal and a throw like Nolan

So hoes are the ones that appeal to Phil

I'm lost in the world

I hope I don't lose myself

I hope God forgives me

And that he can still use my help

I hope you don't forget me

So that I could live in your heart forever

And if you patient with me

We could finish what we started together

I'm coming

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