Chance The Rapper - Hometown lyrics

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Chance The Rapper - Hometown lyrics

[Hook] Round my hometown Memories are fresh Round my hometown Ooh the people I've met Are the wonders of my world (x2) Are the wonders of this world Are the wonders of my world [Verse 1] She say she want to stay with the Bloods and Crips Feel the front strips of inner-city cliques Where free c*nt strips and young blood drips And kids fall through the holes of hollow gun tips And you want to harm me, don't try to call me You ain't gone calm me, you're slipping from my palm trees Now baby please re-l-a-x Together we 'bout as fly as LAX And I don't want to have to call you my ex Well babe, I don't want to have to call you collect See, she say she got dreams to follow How I'ma ever be her man, n***a, she wants to be a model My sunshine in life got stole away Once the Golden State took my gold away, Cali [Hook] [Verse 2] You scold as you walk past her No more truth lang, we only talk sarcasm Truttin', outtin', need to be a model Now you can catch me giving hickeys to beer bottles Get it, cause I'm kissing the neck Giving a heck for whether or not you give him respect I know if you go, you just might glow But if you leave, you could catch more than a cold Bulimia, anorexia, you skip meals You don't make the cut but that's how your wrist feel Cause scripts rip slits in the hands of an actress In the acting world, you'll find allies on the axis You'll find actresses in alleys on their backs With directors giving oral in return for a practice [Hook] [Verse 3] Trees, trees, please don't leave But trees will be changed when it rains, will they shout to you We was kissing under a tree when I fell for you I thought that you was real, I guess I couldn't tell the truth Trees go knee-deep in the dirt They reach for the sky but they're still down to earth But you, you just leave like leaves in the autumn Didn't think you would get on, get gone, and just out 'em Doubt them and reroute them, not count 'em I'd never leave you for the chance of an album Your roots stay deeper, I can't de-weed ya I can't walk away, away from this tree, uh And as bad as I want to see you running back I could never ever ever be your lumberjack, Cali