I Wish

Album: TP-2.com (2000)
Charted: 12 14
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  • I wish, I wish, I wish
    To every city
    I wish, I wish, I wish
    Every hood
    I wish, I wish, I wish
    And every block
    Ghetto America!

    Rollin' through the hood
    Just stopped by to say what's up
    And let you know
    Your baby boy ain't doing so tough
    And even though you passed
    Going on four long years
    Still waking up late at night crying tears
    Just thinking about those days
    You used to talk to me
    Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennessey
    And remember we bragged on how rich we would be
    To get up out this hood was like a fantasy

    And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
    Oh, I can't believe my ears
    And what everybody's sayin'
    And boy I'll tell you, folks don't know the half
    I would give it all up, just to take one ride

    (With you)
    How I used to kick it on the front porch
    (With you)
    And how I used to lay back and smoke weed
    (With you)
    And all the little basement party joints we'd do
    Now I'm just missing you
    How I wish

    I wish that I could hold you now
    I wish that I could touch you now
    I wish that I could talk to you
    Be with you somehow
    I know you're in a better place
    Even though I can't see your face
    I know you're smiling down on me
    Saying everything's okay
    And if I make it out this thug life
    I'll see you again someday
    I wish, I wish, I wish
    I wish, I wish, I wish

    Now ever since this money come
    It's been nothing but stress
    Sometimes I wish that I could just trade in my success
    Y'all look at me and say boy you've been blessed
    But y'all don't see the inside of my unhappiness
    Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton
    That's why you hear me shootin', this real shit off like a gun
    Hmm, I wonder how my friends would treat me now
    If I wasn't iced up with a Bentley and a house
    That's why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits
    And fake ass playas get a real playa hatin' 'em
    Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass come around
    But y'all don't want to raise the roof
    Until my shit is going down

    And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
    Oh, I can't believe my ears
    And what everybody's sayin'
    Boy I'll tell you, folks don't know the half
    I would give it all up, just to take one ride

    (With you)
    How I used to hoop off in them tournaments
    (With you)
    And how I used to club hop on weekends
    (With you)
    Your family called the morning of the tragic end
    Damn, my condolences

    I wish that I could hold you now
    I wish that I could touch you now
    I wish that I could talk to you
    Be with you somehow
    I know you're in a better place
    Even though I can't see your face
    I know you're smiling down on me
    Saying everything's okay
    And if I make it out this thug life
    I'll see you again someday
    I wish, I wish, I wish
    I wish, I wish, I wish

    Voices in my head be telling me to come to church
    Said the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt
    Dreaming of windows black tinted like a hearse
    When waking up to life sometimes seems worst
    And all I ever wanted is to be a better man
    And I try to keep it real with my homies now
    For me to save the world I don't understand
    How did I become the leader of a billion men?

    And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'
    Oh, I can't believe my ears
    And what everybody's sayin'
    Boy I'll tell you, folks don't know the half
    I would give it all up, just to take one ride

    (With you)
    How I used to street perform on Friday
    (With you)
    And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday
    (With you)
    Standing here throwing them songs at me
    Somebody pray for me

    I wish that I could hold you now
    I wish that I could touch you now
    I wish that I could talk to you
    Be with you somehow
    I know you're in a better place
    Even though I can't see your face
    I know you're smiling down on me
    Saying everything's okay

    I wish that I could hold you now
    I wish that I could touch you now
    I wish that I could talk to you
    Be with you somehow
    I know you're in a better place
    Even though I can't see your face
    I know you're smiling down on me
    Saying everything's okay

    I wish that I could hold you now
    I wish that I could touch you now
    I wish that I could talk to you
    Be with you somehow
    I know you're in a better place
    Even though I can't see your face
    I know you're smiling down on me
    Saying everything's okay Writer/s: Robert S. Kelly
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Capitol CMG Publishing, O/B/O DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group
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