Anderson .paak – Come Home Lyrics (feat. Andre 3000)

[Refrain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah

[Verse 1: Anderson .Paak]
Darlin’, I have to be moved from afar
The truth is the only thing worth holdin’ onto anymore (Anymore)
Untie me, let me loose from the cord
I’m so gone, so far, I deserve more (More, I deserve more)
Yeah

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
I’m beggin’ you (I beg)
I’m beggin’ you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore (Come home)
I’m beggin’ you (I beg)
I’m beggin’ you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore (Come home)

[Refrain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah

[Verse 2: Anderson .Paak]
Who should I rest blame upon
When all of the signs are brightly drawn
And point back to your open arms? (Point back to your open arms)
Back too soon, but I’m here for the last of support
No longer bound by a broken heart (Bound by a broken heart)

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
I’m beggin’ you (I beg)
I’m beggin’ you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore (Come home)
I’m beggin’ you (I beg)
I’m beggin’ you, please, come home (Please)
No one even begs anymore (Come home)

[Refrain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah

[Bridge: Anderson .Paak]
Somewhere in a plane over water
My love, my love
Home base, wifey turn it off before I touch down

[Verse 3: André 3000]
You’re all I need, all of me on my knees
Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird
I’m a nerd, study you
What are you, WWF?
We fightin’, we might need counseling
Possibly moreso me
Sounds to me frowns’ll be grounds to leave
Hounds’ll be lookin’ for you before you drop a tear, apres diem
Stop pretending that I ain’t him
I ain’t them, dim sum dumpling
I remember when you start dyeing them silver hairs
And start hiding from your age
I ask, “Why? How come?”
Amazin’ how time can run away from us
I’m no nun, you’re no priest, but I promise, hun, you gon’ see
A phenomenon, come with me
Like it’s Ramadan, I don’t eat
Like it’s Comic Con, I’m a freak for you (Yeah!)
I’m begging now, pretty please with cherries on top
Hairy wet twat
Harriet Tub-man, I don’t give up
And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut
Then I’ll hail you a car, but what man won’t beg?
You know I’m nutmeg
I will show up on a lil’ moped
With a lil’ puppy, it’ll be fluffy
You will un-toughen, we can discuss it
You know I’m sufferin’, I do miss my friend
I don’t like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, that’s ill-informed
Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk’, we stuck, Billabong
‘Least at minumum we gon’ get along
Peace and inner calm, geez, it’s been a long
T-I-M-E, um, please, I’m feelin’ dumb
Please, I’m feelin’ dumb
Please, I’m feelin’ dumb

[Refrain]
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah

Left Brain – Monday Night Raw (feat. Smoke DZA)

[Intro Sample: Bam Bam Bigelow]

[Left Brain]
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t care
Fuck the police nigga
Fuck the population nigga
Fuck the politics
Fuck it, fuck it all

[Hook: Left Brain]
Monday night Raw
It’s that Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
It’s that Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw

[Verse 1: Left Brain]
Bam Bam Bam Bam Bigelow
Got me feeling like Deuce Bigalow
Yeah got me feeling like R. Kelly, I’m a male gigolo
WWF nigga
I’m jumping off the top rope
Gotta go to the hood spot nigga
No cop, no thoughts though nigga
I don’t need rules
I don’t need regulations
Riding through the motherfucking hood with my motherfucking mind gone delegation
Ten bulletproof as it lands when I pull up to your city with my campaign
Walk into your local titty bar and pop a hundred fifty bottles full of champagne

[Hook: Left Brain]
Monday night Raw
It’s that Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
It’s that Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Big gram, fader
If you ain’t with the gang you a hater
Gas mask, faded
Take a pull of this, see you later
Tree up, feet up, see us, we up
They sus, they Jake the Snake
They not to be trusted
Avoid the fuck shit, delete
Broken brilliance, believe
Fuck is you talking bout
Tombstones, coffins out
They don’t want a war, they wanna talk shit out
Huh, how you figure boy
Pick up, boy, on them you don’t walk this out
Monday night Raw
Bring your own bud that’s a Monday night law
Won’t Figure 4 buzz ain’t no touching my jaw
Step in my square and I’m crushing your jaw

[Hook: Left Brain]
Monday night Raw
It’s that Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
It’s that Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw
Monday night Raw

[Outro Sample: Bam Bam Bigelow]