| At times it can feel like home is when I’m gone
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| On only roads we roam, Cali to Rome
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| Me and everybody I love livin' through phone
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| Never been one for hugs, but I long
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| Across time zones for strength from fam
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| Who are only with me through video and digital camera
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| Lookin' for answers, seekin' the chance ta Make up for time that got lost in these stanzas
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| The click of my heels ain’t takin' me to Kansas
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| Thinkin' bout Tuck got me stuck in these transits
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| My heart speaks Sanskrit with no translator
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| My soul seeks a hand-stiched love and a prayer
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| -***-, I’m everywhere, but home, I’m never there
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| And some I care for say I’m February air
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| Don’t even know the mayor’s name in my own town
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| Been makin' noise but forgot how my home sound
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| «…but please don’t leave me standing here, when the winter comes»
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| (Verse 2: Slug)
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| Listen up, I’ve been meaning to say this
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| I’m not the greatest, I’ll never make that list
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| But everytime I come home, you’re still there waitin'
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| In case I never said it, thanks for your patience
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| Never got rich and famous, don’t get me wrong
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| There’s a lot of different faces that listen to the songs
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| But there’s no big time, never wrote the hit rhyme
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| Had to roll the highway just to go and get mine
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| And when I got it, I brought it back to you
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| Wasn’t even sweatin' you was reppin' with a new crew
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| I don’t expect you to hold your breath
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| Just know you’re blessed, and let me get that open chest
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| Look, you’ve cried with me, you’ve tried to forget me You feel neglected 'cause sometimes I’m busy
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| You still hold me down on the Southside, dig me You always forgive me, 'cause you’re my city
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| «…but please don’t leave me standing here… "
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| (Verse 3: Natti)
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| To make it happen with this rappin' is a part of my goal
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| But leavin' you little man, takes a part of my soul
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| Believe me, daddy know it ain’t gon' be easy
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| Better this then have you waitin' for the state to release me Seein' me through glass, missin' moments to squeeze me
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| I’ll be damned, I want for you all that I never had
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| No growin' up with hate for an invisible dad
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| Wanna hold you when you cry, tickle you 'til you laugh
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| I’m tryin' to walk a path, right now you don’t understand
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| You two and barely talkin' and yet you my greatest fan
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| I love you more then life, you with me every flight
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| I leave in dead of night to keep from hearin' you cry
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| My luggage outta sight to fight off the say goodbye
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| If you could form the words, I know you’d say «Daddy, why? |
| «And I would have to tell you how this is for you and I
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| I’ll be back 'fore November, but daddy has gotta fly
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| «…but please don’t leave me standing here, when the winter comes
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| When the winter comes, oh when the winter comes»
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| «Gonna keep on walkin' forward, keep on walkin' forward
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| Gonna keep on walkin' forward, never turning back
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| Gonna keep on walkin' forward» |