Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Far From Home, artist - Jazzanova. Album song Of All The Things, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Sonar Kollektiv
Song language: English
So Far From Home |
| «Oh, it’s so hard to be alone.» |
| It’s so hard baby. |
| So hard |
| It ain’t easy doin' what I do but ah, (No it ain’t, no it ain’t.) |
| I’m gonna go out here, I’mma get this paper |
| I’mma hit this road and I’ma… |
| And I’mma keep it on |
| Keep keep keep keep it on |
| Listen, (one two now) I say that I’mma keep it on |
| I say that I’mma keep it on |
| All day |
| All night |
| We gon' set the party off right |
| All night |
| And all day |
| It’s Jazzanova (yes sir) and Phonte |
| Now I’mma show you how to rhyme |
| Because your circle gettin' outta line |
| I made magic on these tracks like Merlin |
| When I’m in Berlin, ridin', swervin' down the Autobahn |
| A buck twenty or more |
| Doin' cities and tours |
| Write ditties that make the bitties get on the floor |
| Like Diddy they +Press Play+ but I press record |
| To give it to you quite like I never did it before |
| Fitted cap on the dome |
| Tattoos on the arm |
| Ladies love the kid, they really think he a charm |
| When he step off stage, the feelin' ain’t so warm |
| Go back to the room, call wifey and moms |
| Tell 'em how much I miss 'em, so the kids, just kiss 'em for me |
| And tell them, «Return, I shall.» |
| I know this type of livin' ain’t ration-al |
| But that’s the price for bein' international |
| You’re out here all alone |
| No place to call your own |
| So far from home |
| Feelin' all the pain and anguish |
| Prayin' that they speak the language |
| So far from home |
| Everybody know your face |
| As long as you know your place |
| So far from home |
| So far from home |
| So far from home |
| So far from home |
| There’s been so many tracks I don' rhymed on |
| In so many different time zones |
| Gettin' my grind on |
| Just doin' everything I can to get my shine on |
| I even dropped poems down in Stockholm |
| And sent niggas to the cosmos in Oslow |
| Pretty chicks rockin' tunics in Munich |
| People ask me every day why I do this |
| And I tell 'em all the time it’s all about the music |
| Cause I |
| If it wasn’t for this hip hop shit |
| These people wouldn’t treat me like the creme de la creme |
| Red carpet treatment, the chances are slim |
| I’d probably just be another nigga to them |
| Cause the young folks cool but the old folks cold |
| Be starin' like they never seen black people before |
| I know it ain’t ration-al |
| But it ain’t they fault, they not international |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| «Oh it’s so hard to be alone» |
| So close but still so far away |
| Hey hey hey |
| After a show at Jazz Cafe |
| I met a brother in the crowd and he said, «That I’m currently |
| In the military, but I’m from Greensboro» |
| I gave him a pound and I ain’t talkin' bout currency |
| I started thinkin' about my boys at the crib |
| Who dream of these places but won’t make it over |
| Rocked a million places and I’ve seen the sights |
| But when black people unite |
| Home feels much closer |
| Now what I’m sayin'? |
| On and on |
| Everybody keep it on and on |
| Like this uh |
| Jazzanova keep it on and on |
| One time keep it on and on |
| Like this uh |
| Little Brother keep it on and on |
| Everybody keep it on and on |
| Like this uh |
| Phontigga keep it on and on |
| Everybody keep it on and on |
| Go home c’mon |