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damone tyrell - b.c.b ii (homeward bound) lyrics
[verse 1]
yo, just came back from the motherland
i mean my mother’s land
it could be my ancestors on the other hand
feeling to feeling, that’s reminiscing to happiness
walking around the streets reciting my verbal p-ssages
soaking up the vibes, the feeling, the culture
the stress [?]
had to clear my head move around a little sp-ce
i was running from the pain, i not [?] to the chase
even rainy days never seen to kill my vibes
but back when i’m in georgia man i’m always stuck inside
i never felt that home, truthfully i never tried
cause i always figured buffalo would be the place i die
i rep it hard i keep my hometown pride
bills sticker on my car
see how my hometown rise
i’ve never been a fan of football and even though we ain’t never been to the superbowl
my city still eatin’ enough to fit in a superbowl
visions of a young ling
tryna make it for a zarry
carrying more players than a cell phone carrier
call my grandma just to tel her know i cherish her
missing all my siblings milestones nothing scarier
than knowing any word could be the last one that you speak
so i love all of y’all from deedee to uncle keith
i barely show it though, i get so wrapped up
man why my dad had to f-ck around and act up
i’m not saying him and my mother would of married one other
but i’d have a better bond with cousins, sisters and brothers
i miss y’all more than ever, so focused on my indevers
that it feels as though connections we cherish are fully severed
[?] don’t highly talk like we used to
used to be tight with beeny, me and him now got lose too
moved to the a
not a penny where he stay
with this pen i will display that i’m closer to my faith
different semi pace
slow and steady wins the race
but i’m hard headed, i got my mother brain and my dad’s face
i’m still a savior, young jesus of nazareth
might hit my aunt bonny and ask for some apple crisp
should tell my grandfather, i’m sorry i have a car
i’m set that joe and poppy would never hear all my songs
rest in peace, uncle deckey, aunt joan, even granny
i do this for the family, gonna turn up at the grammys for the lo
[outro]
yeah, we goin’ do it for the lo
716 to 716
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