Artist: Anderson .Paak f/ Andre 3000 (OutKast) Album: Ventura Song: Come Home Typed by: AZ Lyrics Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah... [Anderson .Paak] Darlin', I have to be moved from afar The truth is the only thing worth holdin' onto anymore (Anymore) Untie me, let me loose from the cord I'm so gone, so far, I deserve more (More, I deserve more) Yeah I'm beggin' you (I beg) I'm beggin' you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) I'm beggin' you (I beg) I'm beggin' you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah... Who should I rest blame upon When all of the signs are brightly drawn And point back to your open arms? (Point back to your open arms) Back too soon, but I'm here for the last of support No longer bound by a broken heart (Bound by a broken heart) I'm beggin' you (I beg) I'm beggin' you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) I'm beggin' you (I beg) I'm beggin' you, please, come home (Please) No one even begs anymore (Come home) Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah... Somewhere in a plane over water My love, my love Home base, wifey turn it off before I touch down [Andre 3000] You're all I need, all of me on my knees Normally harmony, bumblebee, hummingbird I'm a nerd, study you What are you, WWF? We fightin', we might need counseling Possibly moreso me Sounds to me frowns'll be grounds to leave Hounds'll be lookin' for you before you drop a tear, apres diem Stop pretending that I ain't him I ain't them, dim sum dumpling I remember when you start dying them silver hairs And start hiding from your age I ask, "Why? How come?" Amazin' how time can run away from us I'm no nun, you're no priest But I promise, hun, you gon' see a phenomenon Come with me like it's Ramadan I don't eat like it's Comic Con I'm a freak for you (Yeah!) I'm begging now, pretty please with cherries on top Hairy wet twat Harriet Tub-man, I don't give up And if your gut tells you to strut, then strut Then I'll hail you a car, but what man won't beg? You know I'm nutmeg I will show up on a lil' moped With a lil' puppy, it'll be fluffy You will un-toughen, we can discuss it You know I'm sufferin', I do miss my friend I don't like my fin bent up, Tilikum, well, that's ill-informed Sweet stuff, Willa Wonk, we stuck, Billabong 'Least at minumum we gon' get along Peace and inner calm, geez, it's been a long T-I-M-E, um, please, I'm feelin' dumb Please, I'm feelin' dumb Please, I'm feelin' dumb Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ah-ah...