Home For The Holidays Songtext / Lyric

Hey, this is the story of a young? n dreamin

Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin?

Big city on his own sh-t

But every now and then a n-gga get home sick

Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned

A lot of sh-t been changing the time you? ve been gone

The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner

And went and got baby? s the day they got a diploma

Damn, there? ll be some n-ggas missing when you fly back

If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq

Old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac

Anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack

Damn homie, sh-t, in high school you was the man homie

F-ck happened to you,

Used to beat n-ggas down at the buses after school

Now you looking like a muthaf-cking fool






[Chorus]

Say I? ll be home for the holidays

So when you see me, better holla at me

I gotta get up put this city ? fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, i wish I could stay

But I? ll be home for the holidays

And to those that I used to know

From way before, keep your head up

Come lets get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay

But I? m coming hme for the holidays



[J. Cole - Verse 2]

This is a story bout some puppy love

But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love

Although now Im on my grown sh-t

She mad as hell, a n-gga still get home sick

I was fresh up off a scholarship

Dressed like a black man in college sh-t

Got a little knowledge now Im following the politics

But I still gotta holla at my old chick

So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it? s me



She said ? we aint homies no more?

You go to college and you act like you don? t know me no more

Girl, we got history semester seem so long

The last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on

So if history repeats itself

When I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt

Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind

Just don? t give it up in the meantime



[Chorus]



[J. Cole - Verse 3]

Man i reminisce on them school days

I know you know them act a fool days

That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed

That trying to get laid so i gotta stay fly

But a n-gga had a shot you? d have thought thats where the bulls play

Wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid

Crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late

Buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes

But the n-gga was graduated but he never made two a? s

Hey if you? re listening we got in to school

But who will pay our tuition man

These n-ggas crazy

One year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz)

Four years cost white crib and a baby

Ay maybe this aint for me

If only i could be Lebron with the strength to leave

The worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free

Maybe i can be someone people pay to see

And maybe i should move up outta here to the place to be

To get from a to z ay what you think im crazy

If i told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z

And will i make it i guess we gotta wait and see

[Chorus]