Bring her back to me, bring her back to me (Ooh, ooh, do wade, ooh, ooh, do wade) They don't know that you're coming back to me One day the train will stop and they will see I know the train will bring you home I hope and pray it won't be long (Ooh, ooh,

Don't cry, little Robin-Marie Goodbye, little Robin-Marie Don't try following me 'Cause you know I'm coming home soon My ships' leaving on a three-year tour The next tide will take us from shore Windlaced, gather in sail and spray On a search for the

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop (Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me) Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs coming up

Can you hear the bell? How could I turn around? Face the sound of the bell that shines? Ring it out, trim it out To drag me back down But I'm not coming home Till I stop pretending I tried hard to be brave I tried hard not to be afraid

I'm coming home to Arizona We will meet again And today, I leave you But I'll be back someday And as I fly away My hope is that we'll meet again I'm off to my home away from home I will miss you

You're coming home to me, just remember You're coming home to me Anytime you say it with heart Anytime you're falling apart When you're washing the sheets Any stranger you meet When there's somebody waving goodbye It's a world full of bar rooms and

So kill me like you used to, love me like you never did Fuck me like I'm never coming back home On the way down to your house And maybe I could die treading water Drowning under moonlight sonata Fuck me like we never gon' see each other again Fuck me

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't

I'm thinking 'bout coming home, babe I'm thinking 'bout coming home I love you in the morning when the blood runs to your cheeks Babe, you are the first thing and the last thing that I'd see I was just a boy striking matches upon your heart I couldn't

I'll be there Across the fields of mourning On borderland we run I am coming home And you know it's time to go Through the sleet and driving snow Light in the distance