"Coming Home" lyrics
Curren$y & Trauma Tone Lyrics
(feat. Don Toliver)
[Intro:]
(His name is Kino Beats)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Trauma Tone)
Uh
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in a car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go so fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
[Don Toliver:]
I'm walkin' home, home, yeah, home, yeah
You won't leave me alone, yeah, alone, yeah, alone
She order drinks to stay up (Up)
The .9 stay tucked
We ridin' all day, I got the keys to the truck (Keys to the truck)
Finally found what it means to us (Us)
Suicide doors, it's a suicide bus
In the CSI leanin', it got all ten guts
Hit my jeweller up, rendezvous for ante cuts
You tried to police her but she all for us
All for us, all for us
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at
Poured up
Window down, smellin' like a pound, paint wet
Nice sounds, whip still clean to touch the ground
That's a shame, it's the game, I can't change what I'm 'bout
Growin' wiser through the age, gettin' higher off the fly
She ain't do that shit for you, got with me and she was 'bout it
You wan' kill somebody 'bout it, you need therapy for your problems
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at
In a '96 Impala, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron when I pass
If you spot me then just holla
All the mans grab it, splittin' it
'Nother to the stash, uh
(His name is Kino Beats)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Trauma Tone)
Uh
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in a car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go so fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
[Don Toliver:]
I'm walkin' home, home, yeah, home, yeah
You won't leave me alone, yeah, alone, yeah, alone
She order drinks to stay up (Up)
The .9 stay tucked
We ridin' all day, I got the keys to the truck (Keys to the truck)
Finally found what it means to us (Us)
Suicide doors, it's a suicide bus
In the CSI leanin', it got all ten guts
Hit my jeweller up, rendezvous for ante cuts
You tried to police her but she all for us
All for us, all for us
[Curren$y:]
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at
Poured up
Window down, smellin' like a pound, paint wet
Nice sounds, whip still clean to touch the ground
That's a shame, it's the game, I can't change what I'm 'bout
Growin' wiser through the age, gettin' higher off the fly
She ain't do that shit for you, got with me and she was 'bout it
You wan' kill somebody 'bout it, you need therapy for your problems
Yeah, I don't know her name but I'm fillin' up her glass
And I'm passin' up the weed, and I'm feelin' on her ass
And I'm probably finna leave in one of them car that go fast
And she tryna slide with me, she know she gon' have a blast
In a '96 Impala, Forgiattos, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron motor growlin' when I pass
If you spot me then just holla, I can't stop, I gotta mash
Grab a bag, split in half, drag a portion to the stash
Rollin' fire with my staff, parking lot full of that
It's just so cold, you don't even know what you're lookin' at
In a '96 Impala, paper tags
On the gas, got a squadron when I pass
If you spot me then just holla
All the mans grab it, splittin' it
'Nother to the stash, uh
