Home For The Holidays

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