| Hey there Mama, can you tell me how you been?
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| I know I said I’ll be back in two months, and I been gone ever since
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| Went across the country to chase the things that I’m needing to grow
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| So I had to get away from you and everything I ever known
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| So I’m gon' go for the winter
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| And everything you said I’ma hold and remember
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| But we ain’t always gonna see eye to eye and
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| I’m gonna make mistakes but I’m tryin'
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| I’m doing the best I can, oh
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| To see who I really am, yeah
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| It don’t matter where life leads me
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| If you call and say that you need me
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| I’ll be comin' home, I’ll be comin' home, yeah
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| You taught me how to never lose hope and
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| You told me that your door’s always open
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| So I’ll be comin' home, I’ll be comin' home
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| Hey there Papa, I wish I knew where you been
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| We talked two months ago and I ain’t heard from you since
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| I’m not gonna lie I was a little messed up from the last text you sent
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| But thank God for Mama, yeah, she taught me how to forgive
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| Look
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| So it don’t matter where life leads me
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| If you call and say that you need me
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| I’ll be comin' home, I’ll be comin' home (Oh yeah)
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| We’re broken but I’ll never lose hope and
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| I promise that my door’s always open
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| If you’re comin' home, if you’re comin' home
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| Yeah, project livin' (yeah)
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| Late nights in Linden park chillin' (Uh huh)
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| Jean’s crib with Randy, Rob, and Ruben (Yeah)
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| Mama Frida’s pork chops got us feelin' (Mm)
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| (So good)
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| Took some shit for granted
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| Didn’t always have much we managed
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| To all of my family, and all of the homies
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| Who taught me what home is
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| I want you to know this
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| It don’t matter where life leads me (No, no)
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| If you call and say that you need me
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| I’ll be comin' home, I’ll be comin' home (Oh-oh, yeah)
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| You taught me how to never lose hope and
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| You love me with your arms wide open
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| So I’ll be comin' home, I’ll be comin' home (Yeah)
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| Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm (Yeah)
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| You taught me how to never lose hope and
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| I love you with my arms wide open
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| I’ll be comin' home, I’ll be comin' home, yeah |