Sammy Adams - The Comeback lyrics

[Hook] Hey Daddy, Daddy Got some hope that I could wish for Bag Full of dollars Some need a fist full Hey Daddy, Daddy I can't wait for you to get home Bag full of goodies What more could I wish for? Hey... Hey... [1st Verse: Sammy Adams] Took off on the red line Train to the city Backpack, black jeans, dirty tee Lookin' pretty Starvin' to cop some sneakers Gets off when it stops at Harvard But Concepts ran out of Jordans The same pair that he wanted Dips, heads on to Boston Crosses over the river Lookin' over the Charles Reflections off of the building Sox roll into Fenway Up 5 on the Yankees Jumps off of the bar And he's off right out of State Street Next day, there's some bombers Them cowards, they try to level Some people there for a marathon Ordered straight from the devil Then a certain magazine Rolling Stone, So aware of it Decided to give a cover to a motherf**in' terrorist Older cla**, be ashamed, don't need him now Especially seeing them kick him when he's on the ground On the way to being better than it ever was Comeback season, know its only love Homecoming (Echo) [Instrumental] [Hook] [Verse 2: Sammy Adams] He moved away to play ball Scholarship to take off Athletics kept him busy Was k**in' it, 'til the late fall Four goals in four games Two gamewinners Was All-American bound to All-American finished Trainer took a couple looks and motioned game over Pain couldn't touch how hurt he be From all these hangovers Get it out Started producing Mind straight from him losing The only thing that he knew since age 2 Chucked up the deuces Wrote a song about his college with no f**in' idea That the words that he was writing Would catapult his career Then he took off Decided f** the books and be his own boss Traded taking cla**es and practice To learn his show cause Road less traveled Not rattled by all the ruckus Shortly moved to the city And toured the country on buses Stayed loyal to the fans But he didn't see the storm coming Wanted to blow up But didn't know it'd explode on him Homecoming [Hook] [Verse 3: Sammy Adams] He signed a deal, so surreal In the thick of it But damn he missed home Once the world was at his fingertips Solidified a team for the dream Homie lost a few To just a f**in' year ago We thought would be impossible Best friends stay close Never gave him sh** Cause he was busy doing work When they were busy gettin' lit He said, f** all the glits Wasn't planing to get rich Till the fans spoke After Wizzy [?] became the sh** Lifestyle switching, learning from mistakes Hurting from missing out on the surface But wouldn't break In his flight from the west coast Touch down at Logan Didn't check a thing But all the baggage he was holding Goddamn Back to the city That made him home with the garden Jumped back in his truck That his brother had when he started Fresh air from the summer Slowly fading to fall East coast boy made it after all This is Homecoming