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#                       
Left his city to see if he could be 
B
what he dreamin’
    G#m                    C#m
Big city on his own shit
But every now and then a nigga get 
 F#
homesick
            B       G#m      
Pick up the phone, holla at my 
                C#m
partner he telling me, be warned
  F#                              
A lot of shit done changed in the 
B
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#                       
If you black, they sending you to 
  B
jail or to Iraq
      G#m                        
Old buddy that we hoop with, with 
     C#m
the bad chick and a fly 'lac
      F#                          
And a gold chain? Caught him on the 
B
Merc, tryna buy crack
G#m                  C#m         
Damn homie! Shit, in high school 
            F#
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#                         
Now you looking like a 
   B
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                 
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could 
C#m
stay
               F#                  
But I’m coming home for the 
  B
holidays


[Verse 2]
                G#m            C#m
Hey, this is a story bout some puppy
 love
           F#                      
But at the time boy, I was feeling 
          B
like this must be love
         G#m                       
Although now I'm on my grown shit
C#m

            F#                     
She bad as hell, a nigga still get 
          B
home sick
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                        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                               
She said “what, we ain't homies no
C#m
 more”
           F#                      
You go to college now you act like 
          B
you don’t know me no more
     G#m                    
Girl please, we got history, 
  C#m
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#                      
When I get home, girl it's on, you 
            B
ain't gon' need ya belt
              G#m                  
Or your pants or your drawers, then
            C#m
 we hit the rewind
                  F#        
Just don’t give it up in the 
          B
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                 
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could 
C#m
stay
               F#                  
But I’m coming home for the 
  B
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                 
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could 
C#m
stay
               F#                  
But I’m coming home for the 
  B
holidays


[Verse 3]
                             G#m
Man I reminisce on them school days
                C#m
I know you know them act a fool days
   F#                           
That missed the bus then hit the 
 B
blunt and go to school blazed
G#m                     C#m
Trying to get laid so I gotta stay 
fly
      F#                           
But a nigga hella shy you would 
   B
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                            
Buddy she was dating, yeah, he had 
C#m
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#         
Only if I could be LeBron and go 
                    B
straight to league
                          G#m    
The worst part of growing up man: 
                          C#m
shit just ain't for free
                   F#              
Maybe I can be somebody people pay 
       B
to see
                           G#m     
And maybe I should move up out here
                     C#m
 to the place to be
                        F#      
To get from A to Z, aye what you 
                 B
think I'm crazy
                           G#m     
If I told you one day that I'ma 
              C#m
sign with Jay-Z
                         F#      
And will I make it man I guess we 
                     B
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                 
Girl, I gotta go, wish I could 
C#m
stay
               F#                  
But I’m coming home for the 
  B
holidays