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homesick - adriiian lyrics

[intro]
got the hang of it, the hang of it
nah, i think i actually got the hang of it this time
n-gga bring me home
n-gga bring me home

[verse]
n-gga bring me home!
where the city don’t sleep and the weed is strong
where the baddest b-tches look like nia long
and the birds be singing like keyshia cole
n-gga bring me home!
where the block gets hot but the weather is brick
where n-ggas from the east pull up with a stick
and almost everybody on the west side is rich
n-gga bring me back!
i missed those days when n-ggas used to scr-p
now beef gets diffused without a scratch
now beef gets served fresh on a gluten-free bun
that sounds so dumb, what’s that?
even though college gave me the wildest days
the supermarket’s still miles away
i can’t afford to get high today
this f-cking place took my smile away
bring me home!
before gentrification steals my cousin’s house
and when they come and try to conquer queens
they’re gonna ditch the belt to find another route
or maybe they might try and claim my mother’s house
as soon as public housing has a f-cking drought
a d-mn whole foods acting like a corner store
that’s that sh-t i don’t give a f-ck about
gahd-mn
(it’s lit!)
nova scotia looking hopeless
odors poking through your noses
notice how fluid the flow gets
bring me home
back where i can see the ocean
back where the subway commuters give no sh-ts
back where the backwoods cost like four cents
and the skaters ain’t seen as commotions
where everyone and everything is in motion
and all your vices don’t seem so atrocious
where you can find n-ggas puffing on potent
and b-tches sniffing on macaulay culkin
and next time you’re home alone, you find your balance tripping on an 8th of shrooms
go on a journey to escape the room
you don’t wanna have your f-cking day consumed
so go home! your homies are waiting for you
the oldies are waiting for you
the brodies and brolys and rollies and roadies, you know they got dough and they saved it for you
therefore the main thing for you is go home
you know you wanna be in your zone
claiming the sofa as if that sh-t was your throne
eating momma’s fried chicken down to the bone
then hit up your buds, hit the blunt, hit the road
with no money and no place to go
think about some sh-t that you will never really know
did i remember to turn off the stove?
go cop some food, then cop some more
eat it over at the spot you got where pot can grow
then return home, remember lock the door
at this point, that’s that sh-t you oughta know
but f-ck it, welcome home

[outro]
gotta make it home
to the danger zone
going back to claim the sofa like that sh-t is my throne
to the crib
gotta get lit
gotta get rich
link the boys in brooklyn, press em like who really with the sh-ts
to the block
while it’s still hot
cheese served chopped
cops flock from the precinct all the way to new lots
back to new york because thats where the money stay
thats where the honeys stay
thats where you runaway
to find them sunny days
don’t make me demonstrate
i do this every day
i’m tryna elevate…

- adriiian lyrics

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