Far Away - J. Rawls, Apani B Fly, Mr. Complex

Far away from me

You know I miss you when you’re far away from me

My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely

Why won’t you bring your love back home?

Come on and bring your love back home

That’s my joint, globetrotting

From New York, Harlem to Haarlem in Holland

And every time I bounce, know I’m never forgotten

Runnin' gets my heart pumpin' 'cause there’s always something bubblin'

A city girl like me need action to function

Be in the tube station, bumpin' my walkman

Often changing frequencies when in Paris streets

Get caught in the mystique level, lingerie suites

Absorb sights and sounds I see from the terrace of my hotel suite

Feel a warming breeze from the Champs-Élys'

Blow against my cheek, my mood peak

Suddenly I think, damn I came a long way but still my heart beats

For Hollis, Queens, in the hood where my mom sings

This is some hot joints, yo, finger points then it

Does the walk, then it, does the talk to a

Cute girl, uhuh, New York

We make the price and uh, we roll the dice and uh

Make the slice and it’s cool like ice

We just slide, then we um, pack the ride and uh

As we glide and uh, in the rearview

You can Southside just um, gettin' small but um

Overall it’s a fly feelin' like I’m

Off the wall, hear the yes y’all in the

Concert halls as we pass the

And swap stories and be like oh man yeah

Far away from me

You know I miss you when you’re far away from me

My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely

Why won’t you bring your love back home?

Come on and bring your love back home

Incidental, instrumental

I chase down the sounds that my product went to

A lifelong journey, however life turn me

A lifelong friendship like Bert and Ernie

It’s just me and my music, chilling in a tree

I’m grateful to all the countries that invited me

To dinner, allow me to express my inner

Spit some hot fire, hot like a dryer

I won’t stop spittin' 'til I retire

I mire all the cats up in the front row with the show

And when I say, «Ho», you know they like to blow

Ate off banana leaves on a beach in

Still ain’t never ripped a show in Tokyo

Never seen Switzerland or Scotland but I’m fiendin' to go

Brazil, Morocco, Aruba and Cuba

Did take a cruise to beautiful Bermuda

Let the white sand run through my hands and swam

In the turquoise water with the fishes at the top

At the top of my wishlist is a visit to Africa

The weather’s spectacular, the brothers are spiritual

The faces more blacker, I’ma have to bag one and ask him

If I could drag him across the sea back to Queens

Make him king of my castle so we could triple our dreams

Far away from me

You know I miss you when you’re far away from me

My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely

Why won’t you bring your love back home?

Come on and bring your love back home

Far away from me

You know I miss you when you’re far away from me

My heart is heavy and my soul is so lonely

Why won’t you bring your love back home?

Come on and bring your love back home