Stat Quo Feat. Marsha Ambrosius - Welcome Back Lyrics

Stat Quo Feat. Marsha Ambrosius - Welcome Back Lyrics

This is the future in the present

Only the best gifts should be expected

Or accepted by the masses

We toast with kool aid in our glasses

With some vodka of course

Smoking that whoopi Goldberg

With my dog jayfer

He said stat take the game like it aint yours

And beat the track up like ???

I mean purple and what matters is family

And im urkel vision is uncanny

Real name Stanley raised next to annie

It's a hard knock life I was hoping to my granny

Nieces nephews cousins neighbours

Big momma told me I was born to get paper

Looking out the window surrounded by sky scrapers

Head in the air feeling like I made it

Switched labels you can say ive been traded

Aftermath politics I guess ive been shady

And I cant give a fuck if you hate it

But the streets lovin niggas

Im related to the pavement

Stat quo im home

Every body just raise your glass (get to toastin somethin homie so welcome me back)

Welcome back welcome back (and now they welcome me back)

Everybody could you welcome me back (and yall can welcome me back)

Ooh (some say I was gone but ive been at home writing my rights and wrongs in song for yall martian)

Now Im home now im home (and you can welcome me home)

Everybody would you welcome me home (welcome me home yeah)

im at home cos it lives in me

so Therefore I am an extension of thee

I gave back we all branch from the same tree

Eating off the same ???

Whats ya name boy kin ta s-t-a-t

Id give up a billion if I had it

Just to let my folks free

Shout out to vick

Shout out to t.i.p

Real niggas but these cracks call them convicts

Black as fuck on my akon shit

Ridin trough the city on my twitter

Follow me bitch

Wish every hood nigga could get rich

And all their kids can go to Harvard

I guess im dreamin with my eyes open

Heartless like the 808

The whole worlds heart broken

And as long as the globes in motion

Im a be floatin like the water in the ocean

Im home

Every body just raise your glass (get to toastin somethin homie so welcome me back)

Welcome back welcome back (and now they welcome me back)

Everybody could you welcome me back (and yall can welcome me back)

Ooh (some say I was gone but ive been at home writing my rights and wrongs in song for yall)

Now Im home now im home (and you can welcome me home)

Everybody would you welcome me home (welcome me home yeah)

Im the road that arose out the concrete

Made something outta nothing if you ask me

Im jim jonsin when the tyres and the track meets

??? ridin shotgun that's me in the backseat

With my fears in my rearview fuck sleep

Mind body soul voice and heart beat

Im my people when I talk you hear the hood speak

They see themselves when they see me on the tv

When my money got funny I heard all they jokes

??? sense of humour lord knows I wasn't broke

Now im at aspen smoking kush on the slope

Middle fingr in the air

Damn right im home ho

Every body just raise your glass (get to toastin something homie so welcome me back)

Welcome back welcome back (and now they welcome me back)

Everybody could you welcome me back (and yall can welcome me back)

Ooh (some say I was gone but ive been at home writing my rights and wrongs in song for yall)

Now Im home now im home (and you can welcome me home)

Everybody would you welcome me home (welcome me home yeah)

Wale - Diary Lyrics ft. Marsha Ambrosius

Wale - Diary Lyrics ft. Marsha Ambrosius

If I told you I wanted to talk to you,

You think i'm try'na holla at you,

And maybe I am but,

You wouldn't hear me out anyway's would you? ,

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like,

Short days, long nights,

By the phone, no call,

Need a clear mind 'cause I been blind,got me goin' down that road,

Heart made of stone,

Far away from home,

Black woman you cold,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face,

Started off on thin ice,

im still here but i cant skate,

Slow sink, cant breath, no remorse, dont think,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat,

Queen, you deserve the title but she reject what i give,

while she nurse the wounds by them,

Tried them didnt work,

Diary of a black girl,

(chorus)

I wonder why i sit and cry,

Wish i could shed all these tears,

Im down and out,

Ill keep it moving and tryna get out,

I dont know how to move on,

Where i went wrong,

I wish i could live with no fear,

So down and out,

Ill keep it moving and tryna get out,

Somehow,

Raised by a momma who, who,

Hate her baby father so, so

She dont have a problem with, with,

Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick,

Im just tryna be the one who never run, but you run away from me,

Girlfriends man cheat, cheat,

Why not me the same thing,

She cant see in me, what i see in her,

This pain she inherit cant be reversed,

I cant even stay living in the shade of all the

motherfuckers who played you,

The irony in that is that i aint even that,

but you coulda been these pages,

Wife, you deserve the label but, but,

you been hurt before so you dont feel your able,

Tried them didnt work, got impossible standards,

nothing that i ever do works,

Diary of a black girl,

(chorus)

See all i wanna do is be relevant,

Just tell me that i ever meant anything more,

That you could ever see me and you in another light,

But its like the dark women indoors

in the darkest nights by the wrong man,

see all of them have made you incapable of a first impression,

what it do is i channel my aggression with no cable or antenna,

Just intentions to impress you if capable,

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you,

Cars, nothing i drive can drive you out of this state of mind,

For such an ugly picture and,

Money, nothing i buy can buy more time for your ears

to tell your heart to listen to it,

Diamonds, a girls best frienf is what they say but

believe me with the right allegience shorty you gonna shine anyways,

and everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary,

the day before is better than the present,

so anyone presented in her presence is doing these life sentences,

theres no key for release,

no reason to be around,

her minds in the clouds,

she writes it all down,

in her diary,

(chorus)