Lyrics:
word today
From my boyfriend so far away
Please Mister Postman, look and see
Is there a letter, a letter for me
I've been standin' here waitin'
right there
That's my people they all my peoples man
Shit don't change on the block I'm from
We tic toc sock knock and we run
All for fun
Just to become
(Racks I'm through)
Bishop, I got the juice (Got the juice)
I work too hard not to fuck it off (Woah)
Women, they come in two's (Woah, woah, woah)
Got it
I'm 'bout to take off
All this drip on me, got a bad bitch on me
Got these perc 30's on me
Stephen Curry, yeah I need all my guap by three
I need
Came home 3 years later he wanted beef
Seen you both in the same spot said fuck it let me leave
I heard the news i felt like Blizzard, Q, & Bishop in
the letter from him,
I broke the seal and this is what it said:
"Come home, my boy, your dear old father wants you!
Come home, my boy, your dear old
returning home to me
Mister postman look and see
Is there a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting a long long time
Since I heard from that girl
brought me
When he handed me that letter edged in black
With trembling hand I took
The letter from him
I broke the seal and this is what it said:
"Come
eternal home
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love
The watchman, he lay dreaming
Turn up, let's get it
Turn up
Chiraq
Lupe, what up, bro?
Go hard or go home, we turnt up
I'm from Chiraq, when we come around we rust stuff
I
most lines
I turn words into numbers
That made work for my brothers
From a kid in the bit's to Columbus
Now the world's my circumference
My little man's
Listen, Preacher read the page move bishops we are with limits
I force myself right through the gates I made it home followed by spirits
I understand no one
Dhalsim though
Speaking for the people, we're unaccountable
Yeah, still we're counting though
Tryna get to Bishop's Avenue
From a thousand road
Taught by
it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track,
up - throw your hands up
All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up
[Sheek Louch]
Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other
Used to shoplift belts from Morrisville's TJ Max
That's a feeling by, yeah, there's the end of my rap
Eshu Tune
Friday's got the bread but
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
The Bad Seeds often sang 'Come on home, Sydney Cindy' -Maurice
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
coming from
You can call me third-culture I know that I'm one of 'em
No comparisons because I know I'm not a replica
Sending letters to my home
Sending
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you would take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird, I'd never fly away
I'd
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you would take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird, I'd never fly away
I'd
Bishop, stop, Bishop, stop
It's okay, it's alright, it's okay
Man why you make me do this
I was posted full lotus like a Buddhist
Now I'm hella
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