Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz - Come Back Home lyrics
[Apollo Brown, Joell Ortiz - Come Back Home lyrics]
Lookin' sad and dreamy
Uh, my how the time had past
Lookin’ sad and dreamy wow
Just yesterday I was backflippin'
On pissy matresses
Smokin' blunts under the fuckin’ slide
In the park and shit wow
Uh
I scrolled through the 'Gram and seen
Old friends I hung wit'
Had a couple drinks, smoke blunts with
Did dumb shit with you know, slum shit
Slung mix and rung fifths
Run quick, hop over gates
Escape that one trip up North
I asked myself, "What'd I do so different?"
How did me and the younger
Me become so distant? Or are we not?
Are there pieces of that block
And parkin' lot parked up
Under this facade of a kid who made it out
But still feels trapped 'cause
His bills stacked?
And Hip-Hop minoritize real Rap, that's real
Rap i purchase things and get alerts
From my bankin' app
Like, boy, you ain’t supposed to be doin that
Who you think you is?
You ain’t never had no single on the charts
Only thing top forty about you
Is that new Glock
Sittin' up in your closet next
To that old trap phone
You might have to pick both of
Those up and come back home
Won’t you you come back home
I need you you to come back
Won't you you come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we
Are and we gotta come back home i need you
Yeah, I'm one of the few that
Could say I made it out but when I got out
Did I do the things to make it count?
Did I invest
Find some things to feed my bank account?
Or did I buy material shit
That I coulda stayed without?
It's my time, I’m real ill
I'm 'bout to get mill mill's
You haters with ill will take chill pills
That ain't how I still feel
Thought I'd forever be a cash cow
But, I ain't gonna cry over spilled milk
I keep it pushin', beat
Cookin', rep Brooklyn
Give whoopings through the pen like
It's summertime in the bookings
I'm lookin' off of these stages at
Faces that follow me through the
Stages of my career and appreciate
That I never staged it
What you see is what you get
What you hear is legit
I'm from the era you ain't shit
'less we feel you could spit
I've come to terms with the fact
That I never might pop
Just glad my relevance ain't rely on
If I ever went Pop
Won't you you come back home
I need you you to come back
Won't you you come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we
Are and we gotta come back home i need you
I'm thankful for all that I have
And all that I do not
I promise I won't lose sight came back home
Uh, my how the time had past
Lookin’ sad and dreamy wow
Just yesterday I was backflippin'
On pissy matresses
Smokin' blunts under the fuckin’ slide
In the park and shit wow
Uh
I scrolled through the 'Gram and seen
Old friends I hung wit'
Had a couple drinks, smoke blunts with
Did dumb shit with you know, slum shit
Slung mix and rung fifths
Run quick, hop over gates
Escape that one trip up North
I asked myself, "What'd I do so different?"
How did me and the younger
Me become so distant? Or are we not?
Are there pieces of that block
And parkin' lot parked up
Under this facade of a kid who made it out
But still feels trapped 'cause
His bills stacked?
And Hip-Hop minoritize real Rap, that's real
Rap i purchase things and get alerts
From my bankin' app
Like, boy, you ain’t supposed to be doin that
Who you think you is?
You ain’t never had no single on the charts
Only thing top forty about you
Is that new Glock
Sittin' up in your closet next
To that old trap phone
You might have to pick both of
Those up and come back home
Won’t you you come back home
I need you you to come back
Won't you you come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we
Are and we gotta come back home i need you
Yeah, I'm one of the few that
Could say I made it out but when I got out
Did I do the things to make it count?
Did I invest
Find some things to feed my bank account?
Or did I buy material shit
That I coulda stayed without?
It's my time, I’m real ill
I'm 'bout to get mill mill's
You haters with ill will take chill pills
That ain't how I still feel
Thought I'd forever be a cash cow
But, I ain't gonna cry over spilled milk
I keep it pushin', beat
Cookin', rep Brooklyn
Give whoopings through the pen like
It's summertime in the bookings
I'm lookin' off of these stages at
Faces that follow me through the
Stages of my career and appreciate
That I never staged it
What you see is what you get
What you hear is legit
I'm from the era you ain't shit
'less we feel you could spit
I've come to terms with the fact
That I never might pop
Just glad my relevance ain't rely on
If I ever went Pop
Won't you you come back home
I need you you to come back
Won't you you come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we
Are and we gotta come back home i need you
I'm thankful for all that I have
And all that I do not
I promise I won't lose sight came back home