Home for the Holidays (Explicit)

Home for the Holidays (Explicit) - J. Cole

Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole

Composed by：Jermaine Cole

Produced by：J. Cole

Hey this is the story of a youngin' dreamin'

Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin'

Big city on his own ****

But every now and then a nigga get homesick

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

A lot of **** done changed in the time that you've been gone

Streets got meaner the hoes got growner

And went and got babies the day they got they diplomas damn

Gon' 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 the bad chick and a fly 'lac

And a gold chain?

Caught him on the Merc tryna buy crack

Damn homie

**** in high school you was the man homie

The **** happened to you?

Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school

Now you looking like a ************* fool

Said I'll be home for the holidays

So when you see me better holla at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays

Yeah

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 I wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays

Yeah

Hey 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 ****

She bad as hell a nigga still get homesick

I was fresh up off a scholarship

Dressed like a black man in college ****

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 "What we ain't homies no more

You go to college now you act like you don't know me no more"

Girl please we got history semester seem so long

The last time I seen you baby you ain't have no clothes on

So if history repeats itself

Yeah

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

Or your pants or your drawers then we hit the rewind

Just don't give it up in the meantime

Said I'll be home for the holidays

So when you see me better holla at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays

Yeah

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 I wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays

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

Trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly

But a nigga hella shy you would have thought that's where the Bulls play

Was just a freshman could used a little cool ayy

Crushing on them upperclassmen but it was too late

Buddy she was dating yeah he had the freshest shoes

But the nigga graduated and he never made two A's

Hey if you're listening we got in school

But who will pay our tuition man?

These niggas crazy

One year cost 'bout same as a Mercedes

Four years cost wife crib and a baby

Ay maybe this ain't for me

Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league

The worst part of growing up man **** just ain't for free

Maybe I can be somebody people pay to see

And maybe I should move up out here to the place to be

To get from A to Z aye what you think I'm crazy

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

And will I make it man?

I guess we gotta wait and see

Said I'll be home for the holidays

And when you see me better holla at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays

Hey

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 home for the holidays

Yeah