I'm walking back home it's pretty late at night
This neighborhood's pretty white
I hope I'm okay here
My mother's probably calling me
But my phone's dead tonight
Probably out of spite
Cuz of the way that I treat it
She said son when you wake up
Don't forget all your papers
Be polite to the racists
Before they leave you for dead
This old man he stopped me in my tracks
I slowly prayed
He looked worried, a little gray
I think he was shaking
He pointed up his gun
I swear I couldn't think
So scared I couldn't blink
Should have taken the long way
I said I'm not here for trouble
I'm unarmed and I'm peaceful
Just walking back home so
Put down that pistol
Don't think I like you
Put your hands up or I'll shoot
Is guns loaded he's aiming
Not so sure what I should do
Zohaib B - When You Wake Up (feat. Diego Baroana) Lyrics
Zohaib B - When You Wake Up (feat. Diego Baroana) Lyrics
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I'm walking back home it's pretty late at night
This neighborhood's pretty white
I hope I'm okay here
My mother's probably calling me
But my phone's dead tonight
Probably out of spite
Cuz of the way that I treat it
She said son when you wake up
Don't forget all your papers
Be polite to the racists
Before they leave you for dead
This old man he stopped me in my tracks
I slowly prayed
He looked worried, a little gray
I think he was shaking
He pointed up his gun
I swear I couldn't think
So scared I couldn't blink
Should have taken the long way
I said I'm not here for trouble
I'm unarmed and I'm peaceful
Just walking back home so
Put down that pistol
Don't think I like you
Put your hands up or I'll shoot
Is guns loaded he's aiming
Not so sure what I should do
This neighborhood's pretty white
I hope I'm okay here
My mother's probably calling me
But my phone's dead tonight
Probably out of spite
Cuz of the way that I treat it
She said son when you wake up
Don't forget all your papers
Be polite to the racists
Before they leave you for dead
This old man he stopped me in my tracks
I slowly prayed
He looked worried, a little gray
I think he was shaking
He pointed up his gun
I swear I couldn't think
So scared I couldn't blink
Should have taken the long way
I said I'm not here for trouble
I'm unarmed and I'm peaceful
Just walking back home so
Put down that pistol
Don't think I like you
Put your hands up or I'll shoot
Is guns loaded he's aiming
Not so sure what I should do
Writer: Diego Baraona, Zohaib Bilal
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