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Home For The Holidays by J. Cole
Home For The Holidays
Tuning: E A D G B E
[Intro]
G#m C#m F# B
G#m C#m F# B
[Verse 1]
G#m C#m
Hey, this is the story of a youngin dreamin'
F# B
Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin’
G#m C#m
Big city on his own shit
F#
But every now and then a nigga get homesick
B G#m C#m
Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling me, be warned
F# B
A lot of shit done changed in the time that you’ve been gone
G#m C#m
The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner
F# B
And went and got babies the day they got they diploma
G#m C#m
Damn, gon’ be some niggas missing when you fly back
F# B
If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq
G#m C#m
Old buddy that we hoop with, with the bad chick and a fly 'lac
F# B
And a gold chain? Caught him on the Merc, tryna buy crack
G#m C#m F#
Damn homie! Shit, in high school you was the man homie
B
The fuck happened to you?
G#m F#
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
F# B
Now you looking like a motherfucking fool
[Chorus]
G#m
Said I’ll be home for the holidays
C#m
So when you see me, better holla at me
F# B
I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me
G#m C#m
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
F# B
But I’ll be home for the holidays
G#m C#m
And to those that I used to know
F#
From way before, keep your head up
B
Come lets get this bread up
G#m C#m
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
F# B
But I’m coming home for the holidays
[Verse 2]
G#m C#m
Hey, this is a story bout some puppy love
F# B
But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love
G#m C#m
Although now I'm on my grown shit
F# B
She bad as hell, a nigga still get home sick
G#m
I was fresh up off a scholarship
C#m
Dressed like a black man in college shit
F# B
Got a little knowledge now I’m following the politics
G#m C#m
But I still gotta holla at my old chick
F# B
So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it’s me
G#m C#m
She said “what, we ain't homies no more”
F# B
You go to college now you act like you don’t know me no more
G#m C#m
Girl please, we got history, semester seem so long
F# B
The last time I seen ya baby you ain't have no clothes on
G#m C#m
So if history repeats itself
F# B
When I get home, girl it's on, you ain't gon' need ya belt
G#m C#m
Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind
F# B
Just don’t give it up in the meantime
[Chorus]
G#m
Said I’ll be home for the holidays
C#m
So when you see me, better holla at me
F# B
I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me
G#m C#m
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
F# B
But I’ll be home for the holidays
G#m C#m
And to those that I used to know
F#
From way before, keep your head up
B
Come lets get this bread up
G#m C#m
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
F# B
But I’m coming home for the holidays
G#m
Said I’ll be home for the holidays
C#m
So when you see me, better holla at me
F# B
I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me
G#m C#m
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
F# B
But I’ll be home for the holidays
G#m C#m
And to those that I used to know
F#
From way before, keep your head up
B
Come lets get this bread up
G#m C#m
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
F# B
But I’m coming home for the holidays
[Verse 3]
G#m
Man I reminisce on them school days
C#m
I know you know them act a fool days
F# B
That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed
G#m C#m
Trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly
F# B
But a nigga hella shy you would have thought that's where the Bulls play
G#m C#m
Was just a freshman could used a little Kool-aid (cool aid)
F# B
Crushing on them upper classmen but it was too late
G#m C#m
Buddy she was dating, yeah, he had the freshest shoes
F# B
But the nigga graduated and he never made two A’s
G#m C#m
Hey if you’re listening, we got in school
F#
But who will pay our tuition man?
B
These niggas crazy
G#m C#m
One year cost about same as a Mercedes (benz)
F# B
Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby
G#m C#m
Ay maybe this ain't for me
F# B
Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league
G#m C#m
The worst part of growing up man: shit just ain't for free
F# B
Maybe I can be somebody people pay to see
G#m C#m
And maybe I should move up out here to the place to be
F# B
To get from A to Z, aye what you think I'm crazy
G#m C#m
If I told you one day that I'ma sign with Jay-Z
F# B
And will I make it man I guess we gotta wait and see
[Chorus]
G#m
Said I’ll be home for the holidays
C#m
So when you see me, better holla at me
F# B
I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me
G#m C#m
I gotta leave, I wish I could stay
F# B
But I’ll be home for the holidays
G#m C#m
And to those that I used to know
F#
From way before, keep your head up
B
Come lets get this bread up
G#m C#m
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay
F# B
But I’m coming home for the holidays
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