(There's No Place Like) Home for the Holidays (1954 Version)

J. Cole - Home For The Holidays

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Hey, this is the story of a young'n dreamin

left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin'

big city on his own ****

but every now and then a ***** get home sick

pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned

a lot of **** been changing the time you've been gone

the streets got meaner, the hoes got growner

and went and got baby's the day they got a diploma

damn, there'll be some ****** missing when you fly back

if you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq

old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac

anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack

damn homie, ****, in high school you was the man homie

fick happened to you,

used to beat ****** down at the buses after school

now you looking like a muthaficking fool

Say I'll be home for the holidays

so when you see me, better holla at me

I gotta get up put this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, i wish I could stay

but I'll be home for the holidays

and to those that I used to know

from way before, keep your head up

come lets get this bread up

girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay

but I'm coming home for the holidays

This is a story bout some puppy love

but at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love

although now Im on my grown ****

she mad as hell, a ***** still get home sick

I was fresh up off a scholarship

dressed like a black man in college ****

got a little knowledge now Im following the politics

but I still gotta holla at my old chick

so sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it's me

she said "we aint homies no more"

you go to college and you act like you don't know me no more

girl, we got history semester seem so long

the last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on

so if history repeats itself

when I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt

or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind

just don't give it up in the meantime

Say I'll be home for the holidays

so when you see me, better holla at me

I gotta get up put this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, i wish I could stay

but I'll be home for the holidays

and to those that I used to know

from way before, keep your head up

come lets get this bread up

girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay

but I'm coming home for the holidays

man i reminisce on them school days

i know you know them act a fool days

that missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed

that trying to get laid so i gotta stay fly

but a ***** had a shot you'd have thought thats where the bulls play

wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid

crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late

buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes

but the ***** was graduated but he never made two a's

hey if you're listening we got in to school

but who will pay our tuition man

these ****** crazy

one year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz)

four years cost white crib and a baby

ay maybe this aint for me

if only i could be Lebron with the strength to leave

the worst part about growing up man the **** just aint for free

maybe i can be someone people pay to see

and maybe i should move up outta here to the place to be

to get from a to z ay what you think im crazy

if i told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z

and will i make it i guess we gotta wait and see

Say I'll be home for the holidays

so when you see me, better holla at me

I gotta get up put this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, i wish I could stay

but I'll be home for the holidays

and to those that I used to know

from way before, keep your head up

come lets get this bread up

girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay

but I'm coming home for the holidays

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J. Cole - Home For The Holidays