Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coming Home, artist - Twista.
Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Song language: English
Coming Home |
With the effort and elegance of a lyrical veteran |
I’ma come with the medicine for the one that be |
Hurt and becomin' sick of the garbage, you wanna hear the coldest |
'cause I be the boldest, with the fuckin' manure |
It’s like I’m on a computer and I begin to manipulate |
A maneuver because I’m off of the Buddha |
Whenever you want a shooter I do it to make a nigga notice |
Come and see how I’m wreckin'! |
Take a peek at the method |
Like how I come with the records and I can bring in effect |
An irregular rhetoric, etiquette of a artist |
Start to part the sea of dollars as I walk through it |
As I fought through it, see me comin' through the doors |
Comin' like I’m finna go and take a walk in the cathedral |
I’m feelin' like everybody is evil |
So I’ma go look at a picture of Mary and talk to it |
Come and unshackle the chains, attackin' the game |
And come after lames and? |
suffer? |
the flames |
Spectacular aim when I shoot 'em all in the back of the brain |
your scatter remains, because I am provocative |
I’m an apocalypse and I’m a rocket ship |
I can sit opposite and be opposition, bet you never been through |
What I’ve been through unless you walked in my moccasin |
Or been in my position! |
The craziest memory |
If you play me, it’s finna be radiant energy |
Alien enemy, maybe a mentally superior |
Being over you with a devastating ability! |
Reigning an entity! |
Suckers, we could be fuckery |
What could be ug-ly, thug-ly, luckily if you |
Fuck with me or somebody such as me worth to see is |
What I wouldn’t have to go demonstrate or carry out publicly |
I’ma dismember ya! |
I’m still a pimp with a limp and I’m smokin' on hemp |
With the Henny and any’ll rival among an immortal |
In order can get it, forget it, you fuckin' with an emperor |
So check your temperature! |
Because your flow is pathetic |
And just because I’m sympathetic, a medic is headed |
In your direction for checkin' to see if you able to be |
Saved or dead because I was smokin' on indica |
When I was in the cut! |
I’m an enig-ma |
Like Keith Murry, my speech flurries and I speak dirty |
The beat to eat the unworthy with the heat? |
early? |
Don’t be worried, I squeeze like I’m trees from curry |
I leave your vision blurry! |
And kill 'em in a hurry |
Like I got the llama, a rider for all the drama is seldom |
Left in the alley for his mom and the Phantom’ll |
Get away even though I’m in designer |
Twista |