Coming Home

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Illy - Rap, Australia

Coming Home

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[Intro] "I'm coming home" Yeah All right, so I told her like [Verse 1] Goodbye, won't be seeing me around no more Made that cal, bounced out the door, peace out Look, I'm hitting the road, she's hitting the floor Feeling faint, too late, she triggered her own fall No finger pointing here just writing on the wall I'm a man, keep my business above board, but I ain't getting fucked for her Waiting for beraters to come forward Cross that bridge when they arrive, take it all in my stride Like "What's a fucken a stick to a druglord?" Laughing how her friends tryna make this a bloodpsort Now that the love's gone, this chick could make it hail Golf balls in a dust storm, umbrella's up No trust talk, never unsure what I'm after So I don't need your two cents bitch, who asked ya? Ain't with it, witness me move past ya I gave my heart, now I'm heading for new pastures Peace [Chorus] And I walked in here With my heart and the shirt on my back, little else It's all love and it always will be From me, so I give you my thanks if it helps Uh, but this house ain't mine No more so I pack my bags and let 'em know I'm on my way I'm on my way (yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] No outside forces at play No others in the frame, but you saw that we fought anyway Stayed loyal, but my time spent bought no praise It's a broke heart to leave, fortune to stay So I'm out before the ring, look, I ain't touch No vows with you, in truth your word's coulda hurt once But now I'm in the world for a girl that loves me How we start so perfect then all turn ugly (how'd we do that?) Bow out, keep whatever cash I left 'Bout to zen just to catch my breath Feel like after being swept in a hurricane I've actually stepped On my first patch of solid ground in years A "sob" without the tears is son of a bitch, juggling careers No time to fuck around, no one nights here Getting busy I'm over her, and all that came with me's Coming with me so missy don't miss me, get me? Peace [Chorus] And I walked in here With my heart and the shirt on my back, little else It's all love and it always will be From me, so I give you my thanks if it helps Uh, but this house ain't mine No more so I pack my bags and let 'em know I'm on my way I'm on my way (yeah) [Verse 3] I guess that we grew together then we grew apart (yeah) Been treading water in a pool of sharks, sharp mind, fool at heart Thinking I can change you, old habits die hard And mine too, I write rap not valentine's cards (fuck that) Sorry that couldn't stamp that out of me instead You broadened my vision, brought the Gus Van Sant out of me Comfortable to expand, branch out these comfort zones On my own no crutches on hand, stand proudly By myself, wishing you the best though Tough love hurts, makes it difficult to let go Sad to see all that I invest go to waste but I guess those The breaks Had to get the weight of my chest We know my work ethic's always standing in the way So I can't feel bad, shit happens at this pace And in a few months a new album for your mates Only few months wait, only few months late Peace [Chorus (Extended)] And I walked in here With my heart and the shirt on my back, little else It's all love and it always will be From me, so I give you my thanks if it helps Uh, but this house ain't mine No more so I pack my bags and let 'em know ([?]) I'm on my way I'm on my way home And I walked in here (yeah) With my heart and the shirt on my back, little else (so I'm out) It's all love and it always will be (take care of yourself [?]) From me, so I give you my thanks if it helps (take back your key) Uh, but this house ain't mine (take back all your stuff, I'll take mine) No more so I pack my bags and let 'em know (and I'm hittin' the fuckin' road [?]) I'm on my way (way) I'm on my way Way home [Outro: Strawberry Alarm Clock (Sampled)] I said "Bye bye, baby, gonna leave this place" I'm coming home

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  • Trials
  • Illy