[Pharrell Williams] Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home Well, the walls are talking to me and I know you think I'm wrong But sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!
[ Pusha T] Now when the phone start to click in, your words start to echo Say you got to hang up but the man won't let go Oh, my nigga say it ain't so Now we speaking on some niggas that he say he ain't know We used to steal dirt bikes, dodge raindrops So close niggas thought we had the same pops Graduated, gettin' money on the same blocks But things changed and we ain't end up in the same box Hearing whispers, "it ain't adding up" Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain't mad enough I never thought I'd be the last man standing up I never thought I'd had have to question "Were you man enough?" Long letters how the streets got the best of you Telling all your cellies how come I ain't sitting next to you Yeah, see I can read between the lines So it's awkward when you call and I gotta press 5
[Pharrell Williams] Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home I think the Feds are looking through me, can't you hear it in my tone? So then sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!
[ Pusha T] Got me tiptoeing through the conversation on our calls Tryna act normal but the writing is on the wall It's like I hear you smiling when you heard they hit the wall But I just let it ride so I don't be the next to fall "They sayin' Terrion been getting money while I'm gone And won't he tryna to holla at my bitch when I was home" "Nah, he selling cars, it'd be him and Lil Rome" I'm just tryna offset what he was saying on my phone Nowadays niggas don't need shovels to bury you Pointing fingers like pallbearers how they carry you So much for death before dishonor Might as well have a robe and gavel like your honor I just sit and wonder, play it by the numbers When you ride like lightning then you crash like thunder Seen your baby mama, she ain't even know if she should speak What the fuck is there to say knowing her king's now weak saying...
[Hook]
[ Pusha T] Let's talk real niggas, let's speak real, nigga How many niggas you knew snitching you ain't killed, nigga? Covered his own tracks, he didn't care that We had a legacy he killed, I got to wear that Every move we ever made is getting stared at I bet the man inside his mirror doesn't stare back Break your heart when the man you call your brother Be the same one that setting in motion all them undercovers Called my mom mother, was at my graduation When I signed my record deal you was my motivation Uh, from great friends now it's no affiliation Divided by the time he was facing, once he told me that...
[Bridge]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
