Chance The Rapper - Hometown lyrics
[Chance The Rapper - Hometown lyrics]
Round my hometown memories are fresh
Round my hometown ooh the people I've met
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world
She say she want to stay
With the Bloods and Crips
Feel the front strips of inner-city cliques
Where free cunt strips and young blood drips
And kids fall through the holes
Of hollow gun tips
And you want to harm me, don't try to call me
You ain't gone calm me
You're slipping from my palm trees
Now baby please, re-l-a-x
Together we 'bout as fly as LAX
And I don't want to have to call you my ex
Well babe
I don't want to have to call you collect
See, she say she got dreams to follow
How I'ma ever be her man, nigga
She wants to be a model
My sunshine in life got stole away
Once the Golden State took my gold away, Cali
You scold as you walk past her
No more truth lang, we only talk sarcasm
Truttin', outtin', need to be a model
Now you can catch me giving
Hickeys to beer bottles
Get it, cause I'm kissing the neck
Giving a heck for whether or
Not you give him respect
I know if you go, you just might glow
But, if you leave
You could catch more than a cold
Bulimia, anorexia, you skip meals
You don't make the cut but
That's how your wrist feel
Cause scripts rip slit's in the
Hands of an actress in the acting world
You'll find allies on the axis
You'll find actresses in alleys
On their backs with directors giving oral in
Return for a practice
Trees, trees, please, don't leave
But trees will be changed when it rains
Will they shout to you
We was kissing under a tree
When I fell for you
I thought that you was real
I guess I couldn't tell the truth
Trees go knee deep in the dirt
They reach for the sky but
They're still down to earth but, you
You just leave like leaves in the autumn
Didn't think you would get on, get gone
And just out 'em
Doubt them and reroute them, not count 'em
I'd never leave you for the
Chance of an album
Your roots stay deeper, I can't de-weed ya
I can't walk away, away from this tree, uh
And as bad as I want to see you running back
I could never ever ever be your lumberjack
Cali
Round my hometown ooh the people I've met
Are the wonders of my world
Are the wonders of this world
Are the wonders of my world
She say she want to stay
With the Bloods and Crips
Feel the front strips of inner-city cliques
Where free cunt strips and young blood drips
And kids fall through the holes
Of hollow gun tips
And you want to harm me, don't try to call me
You ain't gone calm me
You're slipping from my palm trees
Now baby please, re-l-a-x
Together we 'bout as fly as LAX
And I don't want to have to call you my ex
Well babe
I don't want to have to call you collect
See, she say she got dreams to follow
How I'ma ever be her man, nigga
She wants to be a model
My sunshine in life got stole away
Once the Golden State took my gold away, Cali
You scold as you walk past her
No more truth lang, we only talk sarcasm
Truttin', outtin', need to be a model
Now you can catch me giving
Hickeys to beer bottles
Get it, cause I'm kissing the neck
Giving a heck for whether or
Not you give him respect
I know if you go, you just might glow
But, if you leave
You could catch more than a cold
Bulimia, anorexia, you skip meals
You don't make the cut but
That's how your wrist feel
Cause scripts rip slit's in the
Hands of an actress in the acting world
You'll find allies on the axis
You'll find actresses in alleys
On their backs with directors giving oral in
Return for a practice
Trees, trees, please, don't leave
But trees will be changed when it rains
Will they shout to you
We was kissing under a tree
When I fell for you
I thought that you was real
I guess I couldn't tell the truth
Trees go knee deep in the dirt
They reach for the sky but
They're still down to earth but, you
You just leave like leaves in the autumn
Didn't think you would get on, get gone
And just out 'em
Doubt them and reroute them, not count 'em
I'd never leave you for the
Chance of an album
Your roots stay deeper, I can't de-weed ya
I can't walk away, away from this tree, uh
And as bad as I want to see you running back
I could never ever ever be your lumberjack
Cali