Im Back Baby

Home is where the heart is But a house is not a home, I’m on my Luther Vandross shit I’m on one, bitch it ain’t no off switch My words kinda slurred cuz I grew up where they talk French Parlez-vous francais? No? Well yeen talkin bout shit I’m in my baguette, sippin tea, it got a lime twist I touch the soil in the city to remind me of what life is Magnolias on the corners, bitch I’m vibrant Nah magnolias on my shoulders bitch we vibin I’m alive again. I swim cross the canal just to get high again Soul train fashion, dickie fitted with the fire timbs I’m back baby, I left clean but now I’m shive again But you already knew dat Blessed by the sun, god kissed my skin blue black Chillin in the 9, the breeze blows, woulda thought Drew back Ya bitch knockin at my door nigga, who dat? Gone