When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I sure have stayed on the phone
I should have listened to my man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to own
This boy's too young to be singing
The Roots
So goodbye, oh great Lord
We're the dogs of society now
You can't blame me
You're not the only one

I'm going back to my house
I'm going back to my house
What do you think you'll do then?
I bet they'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of hours
The sun is on your
Hand
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
There's plenty like me to be found
filling your chilling paiяд
So cry, I'm a pretty boy
Well, the thoughts of society how
You can't take me in your bed house
I'm going back to my town
Back to my town to go down
I'm a holy black town
Well, I'm on the side of my future life
Yes, I'm a holy black town