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Now That's What I Call Music!

I Wish Lyrics - Now That's What I Call Music!

I Wish 

 

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 

I wish, I wish, I wish 

Good Ol' 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 Hennesy 

And remember we bragged on how rich we would be 

To get up out this hood was like a fantasy 

 

1 - 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 days and party joints we'd do 

Now I'm just missing you 

How I wish 

 

2 - 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 wanna raise the roof 

Until my shit is going down 

 

Repeat 1 

 

(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 condolensces 

 

Repeat 2 

 

Voices in my head be telling me to come to church 

Saying 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? 

 

Repeat 1 

 

(With you) 

How I used to street perform on Friday 

(With you) 

And how I'd go to church on Easter Sunday 

(With you) 

Instead of y'all throwing them stones at me 

Somebody pray for me 

 

Repeat 2 till end