Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Home, artist - Wiley. Album song The Godfather 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wiley
Song language: English
Come Home |
| But still I’ve been sitting with crooks |
| I’ve never been shook |
| Apologise if I turn up, and I see man giving man looks |
| I’m following foots |
| When I say that I’m dishing out hooks for minor offences |
| I don’t care bout your cases |
| Man’s never had one, if I did, then mine are attempted |
| One of the last ones left that’s trill |
| Back to the grind, gotta get that mill' |
| I was at yard, got a call from Will |
| Want a quick verse? |
| I’ma do that still |
| If you’re talking sauce, I’ma let that spill |
| Man’s real icey without the jewels |
| Feeling real nice, I’ma get some grills |
| Usually grime but I might do drill |
| Ayy, ayy |
| Heard a voice in my head |
| It was telling me to come home |
| I been outside too long, in the unknown |
| Gotta get back to my one zone |
| I’m not a kid anymore, now I’m grown |
| No backtracking, I move forward |
| Still backpacking, still awkward |
| Got my hustle on the side |
| Put the hustle in the side |
| Still give them a gem when I’m talking grown |
| You know why I’m home? |
| Gotta see the next generation grow |
| Wanna see the next gen go make dough |
| Got my vibe from the tower blocks in Bow |
| You know like |
| Without here bro, I wouldn’t be me |
| If I wasn’t on radio, you wouldn’t have seen me |
| It’s Wiley, I’m from Bow E3 |
| Get it crackin', I’m a real OG |
| I’m a real OG like D |
| Came into the scene OP |
| From T straight down to the EN3 |
| Never been lowkey (I was outchea) |
| Police, it was in those streets (I'm allowed here) |
| I’ve done my share with the grief (Never doubt here) |
| Spin it like |
| I make money off sounds because I pree those keys |
| (In the dungeons) |
| Something like Cee Lo Green (I'm about it) |
| Frontline, man locked the 'me' when it’s crunch time |
| Man locked the 'u' when it’s lunch time (Dead weight) |
| Grime is a land of the brave, not a segway |
| I bad riddims, get money, so when I do play fam |
| All of my G’s got leg space, comfy |
| Independent and stable, lovely |
| Don’t deserve 'cause I’ll spray like dumpy |
| Too much style for them, Blay don’t touch me |