Lyrics Far Away - J. Rawls, Apani B Fly, Mr. Complex

Far Away

Far away from me
You know I miss you when you’re far away from me
My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely
Why won’t you bring your love back home?
Come on and bring your love back home
That’s my joint, globetrotting
From New York, Harlem to Haarlem in Holland
And every time I bounce, know I’m never forgotten
Runnin' gets my heart pumpin' 'cause there’s always something bubblin'
A city girl like me need action to function
Be in the tube station, bumpin' my walkman
Often changing frequencies when in Paris streets
Get caught in the mystique level, lingerie suites
Absorb sights and sounds I see from the terrace of my hotel suite
Feel a warming breeze from the Champs-Élys'
Blow against my cheek, my mood peak
Suddenly I think, damn I came a long way but still my heart beats
For Hollis, Queens, in the hood where my mom sings
This is some hot joints, yo, finger points then it
Does the walk, then it, does the talk to a
Cute girl, uhuh, New York
We make the price and uh, we roll the dice and uh
Make the slice and it’s cool like ice
We just slide, then we um, pack the ride and uh
As we glide and uh, in the rearview
You can Southside just um, gettin' small but um
Overall it’s a fly feelin' like I’m
Off the wall, hear the yes y’all in the
Concert halls as we pass the
And swap stories and be like oh man yeah
Far away from me
You know I miss you when you’re far away from me
My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely
Why won’t you bring your love back home?
Come on and bring your love back home
Incidental, instrumental
I chase down the sounds that my product went to
A lifelong journey, however life turn me
A lifelong friendship like Bert and Ernie
It’s just me and my music, chilling in a tree
I’m grateful to all the countries that invited me
To dinner, allow me to express my inner
Spit some hot fire, hot like a dryer
I won’t stop spittin' 'til I retire
I mire all the cats up in the front row with the show
And when I say, «Ho», you know they like to blow
Ate off banana leaves on a beach in
Still ain’t never ripped a show in Tokyo
Never seen Switzerland or Scotland but I’m fiendin' to go
Brazil, Morocco, Aruba and Cuba
Did take a cruise to beautiful Bermuda
Let the white sand run through my hands and swam
In the turquoise water with the fishes at the top
At the top of my wishlist is a visit to Africa
The weather’s spectacular, the brothers are spiritual
The faces more blacker, I’ma have to bag one and ask him
If I could drag him across the sea back to Queens
Make him king of my castle so we could triple our dreams
Far away from me
You know I miss you when you’re far away from me
My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely
Why won’t you bring your love back home?
Come on and bring your love back home
Far away from me
You know I miss you when you’re far away from me
My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely
Why won’t you bring your love back home?
Come on and bring your love back home