Lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh, I ain't been to Queens in a minute, I miss the feeling My nephew causing mischief, my mama up in the kitchen Probably cooking for her only son, you know, that curry chicken Picking up my niece to believe in peace and forgiveness I haven't been myself, and surely haven't been decent Since I left my girl, I don't know what to believe in This music shit is crazy, it keeps me right by the deep end Either drowning in some pussy, or drowning all in my feelings See, my father getting older, it breaks my heart every minute Trying to get closer to God, 'cause I know his clock is ticking I wanna feel connection, I wanna heal my spirit, but I've witnessed a couple deaths and I'm losing my religion Shit, and why you take my cousin? Why you take Stephon? What's good with Falastin? How you drop them bombs? If need be, I'll buy a semi, and then do your job A white man killed fifty of us, don't he need you God? Back on my local shit, working on my approach Sharing shit about me that most of you haven't known I'm a headcase, with a short fuse, don't like to be provoked 'Cause Jason got the gun, and G keep all the smoke [Chorus] I haven't been home in a minute, the shows ain't appealing, but there's always a lose I know the goals aren't finished, but I miss my village, I do what I'm supposed to do 'Til I head back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, yeah yeah yeah [Verse 2] I think you think shit is sweet, you don't know me (you don't know me) I'm stacking bread, losing homies I want the world, and I wanted you to hold me But they won't let you have them both, they won't condone it, hey You see what they did to Nip? We've got a lot to question You bring the block your blessings, then they block your blessings I'm watching people that are close become the opposition Balancing priority and purpose takes some more finessing Shit get to popping when I'm sipping on that potion Driving in the boat, feeling like the ocean She smelling dank, ask me what the fuck the smoke is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Was out in India in five star hotels Look like outta nowhere, if it ain't your hood you don't go there All of they shows alone, into my zone, and I miss home here She checking up on my phone, I cannot condone what goes on there It's that New York city gritty committee pity the fool With a bunch of nutcrackers and shit I shouldn't consume Women wear my clothing, give it back with their perfume But I still feel so alone, when New Delhi is my view, uh [Chorus] I haven't been home in a minute, the shows ain't appealing, but there's always a lose I know the goals aren't finished, but I miss my village, I do what I'm supposed to do 'Til I head back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, yeah yeah yeah