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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nappy Roots
Nappy Roots
Performer
Elizabeth Woodward
Elizabeth Woodward
Vocals
Jess Evans
Jess Evans
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J Scuillo
J Scuillo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KO
DJ KO
Producer
Phive Starr
Phive Starr
Producer

Letra

5 star production You know what im talkin about? Lifes good, but it definitely aint easy Remember we was kids, just nappy headed, greasy Everything was simple, just like we saw on tv My how time flies, quick, fast, in 3D Yesterday was fun and tomorrows never promised Today is the moment that we sieze and we squeeze See, life is full of choices and opporunities they sometimes hard to come by And not once then they leave Leaves in the fall is when i miss the summer breeze When the seasons shart to change what remains all the trees We are the same like the birds and the bees Even educated fiends find it strange to believe Nevermind the truth, inconvenient as it seems The answers that we seek are deeply rooted in our dreams Wild things happen usually end in diamond rings And what often makes us happy leaves one envious and green, come on We can make it on our own But we ain't got to be alone Just in case when things go wrong You can always come back home Where you'll always be a star Doesn't matter who you are Even when you've gone too far You can always come back home Yall know how it feel when you come from outta town That familiar smell when the window come down Catch up with sports center, let me sit down Walk to the corner, and see what went down Never thought id be back on my mamas couch Love me to death, but can't wait till I get out John Wall, he got me thinking bout Lexington Downtown at the game, those were the days BG ain't the same, Craig sold the club Ridin through country roads, spittin and flow Blocked off western, can't tip like we used to tip Campus PD got a show so they gon' trip Wizard of oz on em, click my heels Cold beer in the bottoms, its that real Years ago I shot my first video But the way they actin now, just wouldn't know Aight take me back to south Carolina Outside clemson leavin out of a diner We were so drunk where the owners didn't mind us Plus we gave posters, course we gon' sign em Next stop Athens, man I love Athens Wake up with a smile like 'damn what just happened' Hit tennessee, Now passin UT I love gatlinburg, its good for gettin' sleep Stop in cookeville cause gas is so cheap Met V's aunt, she cook me something to eat Cant wait to see the signs from B.G. Stop by and see the whole crib on center street Roll somethin up, shed a tear, and keep movin Kentucky lake stink real good but we cruising Call mama up to see whats on the stove See no matter where I go I can come back home She told me, seasons change, I feel like goin back to where I came Just to find out that nothing stays the same These are the good ol' days These are the good ol' days We can make it on our own But we ain't got to be alone Just in case when things go wrong You can always come back home Where you'll always be a star Doesn't matter who you are Even when you've gone too far You can always come back home Come back home, come back home, come back home, come back, come back home, come back, Come back home, come on back when the world treats you nasty, When friends turn their back, when people forget, come on, come on, come on...
Writer(s): Jared Ryan Sciullo, Vitto Tisdale, Jess Evans, Melvin Adams, William Hughs, Justin N. Spillner, Brian Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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