Testo Coming Home - Twista
Testo della canzone Coming Home (Twista), tratta dall'album Shooter Ready
No hope
Have I for tomorrow
I am trying
To make Heaven
My home
With the effort of elegance of a lyrical veteran
I'ma come with the medicine for the one that be hurtin'
Becoming sick of the garbage, you wanna hear the coldest
'Cause I be the boldest, with the fucking manure
It's like I'm on the computer when I begin to manipulate and maneuver
Because I'm off of the buddha whenever you wanna shoot her
I do it to make a nigga notice
Come and see how I wreck it, take a peek at the method
Look how I come with the wreckage and I can bring an effect
In the regular rhetoric, etiquette of an author
Start to pause to see your dollars as I walk through it
As I fought through it, see me coming through the door
It's kinda like I'm finna go and take a walk in the cathedral
I'm feeling like everybody is evil
So I'ma go look at a picture of Mary and talk to it
I am torched
And I'm driven on
Come and unshackle the chains, attacking the game
I come out the lane just after the flame
Spectacular aim when I shoot 'em all in the back of the brain
Then leave your scattered remains
Because I am provocative, I'm an apocalypse
And I'm a rocket ship, pockets are opposite and be opposition
Bet you never been through what I been through
Unless you walked in my moccasin, or been in my position
The craziest memory if you play me it's finna be radiant energy
Alien enemy, maybe a mentally superior being
Over you with a devastating ability, radiant entity
Suckers make a beef fuckery, what could be ugly thuggerly
Luckily, if you fuck with me or somebody such as me
What they see is what I wouldn't have to go demonstrate
Or carry out publicly
I am torched
And I'm driven on
I'ma dismember ya
I'm still a pimp with a limp and I'm smoking the hemp with the Henny
And any arrival among an immortal an order can get it
Forget it, you fucking with an emperor
So check your temperature because your flow is pathetic
And just because I'm sympathetic, a medic is headed in your direction
For checking to see if you able to be saved or dead
Because I was smoking on Indica when I was in the cut
I'm an enigma like Keith Murray, my speech flurries
And I speak dirty, the beat to eat the unworthy with the heat early
Don't be worried, I squeeze like the threes from Curry
I'll leave your vision blurry and kill 'em in a hurry
Like I got the llama or rider for all the drama inside 'em
Left in the alley for his mama to find him
I get away even though I'm in designer, Twista
I am torched
And I'm driven on
Sometimes
I don't know where we're going
But I pray
Sometimes
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine A. Cole, Alexander Junior Grant, Shawn C. Carter, Holly Hafermann
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