[Intro: Al Green]
Lookin' out my window, sun shinin' bright
Birds singin', tryin' to make things right
I've got good music on my radio
How did your love songs play from those doors?
[Verse 1: XV]
This hotel's sweetest suite but you don't know about it
I might even be petty and bring your ho around it
Like my first name, Tom, but this Don
Still known for making my space on the planet I'm on
I take all of my dogs and give'em a roof
Then get to the top and do'em like Bishop in Juice
Don't go and get it confused, them niggas'll do it to you
Ask AZ, Rich, and Po, that shit is the truth
People have critical roles of putting kings on the throne
In general, I felt like I was Caesar in Rome
They said "Vizzy rep your city, go and make this place known"
And I delivered like the mailman, Karl Malone
Now, welcome, welcome home on that brick of yellow roads
Get your tele-telephone, go and tell'em that I'm on
Smelling like success and it gels with my cologne
But I wish that you was here to inhale it on your own
[Hook: XV](2x)
Praying I don't want to go and hoping Death hears
Gotta feeling my prayers is falling on death ears
Poppin' bottles everyday until I get there
Pouring liquor for niggas, I wish was still here
Lookin' out my window, sun shinin' bright
Birds singin', tryin' to make things right
I've got good music on my radio
How did your love songs play from those doors?
[Verse 1: XV]
This hotel's sweetest suite but you don't know about it
I might even be petty and bring your ho around it
Like my first name, Tom, but this Don
Still known for making my space on the planet I'm on
I take all of my dogs and give'em a roof
Then get to the top and do'em like Bishop in Juice
Don't go and get it confused, them niggas'll do it to you
Ask AZ, Rich, and Po, that shit is the truth
People have critical roles of putting kings on the throne
In general, I felt like I was Caesar in Rome
They said "Vizzy rep your city, go and make this place known"
And I delivered like the mailman, Karl Malone
Now, welcome, welcome home on that brick of yellow roads
Get your tele-telephone, go and tell'em that I'm on
Smelling like success and it gels with my cologne
But I wish that you was here to inhale it on your own
[Hook: XV](2x)
Praying I don't want to go and hoping Death hears
Gotta feeling my prayers is falling on death ears
Poppin' bottles everyday until I get there
Pouring liquor for niggas, I wish was still here
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