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R.Kelly - I Wish (Lyrics)

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R.Kelly - I Wish Stream/Download: (Lyrics): [Intro] 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 (Ghetto America!) [Verse 1] Rolling through the hood, just stopped by to say what's up And let you know that your baby boy ain't doing so tough And even though you passed, going on four long years I'm still waking up late at night crying tears Just thinking about those days you used to talk to me Smiling while I'm sipping on this Hennessy And remember we bragged on how rich we would be To get up out this hood was like a fantasy [Pre-Chorus] And now you hear my songs the radio is playing Oh, I can't believe my ears and what everybody's saying 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 basement party joints we'd do Now I'm just missing you How I wish [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Now ever since this money come, ut's been nothing but stress Sometimes I wish 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 shooting 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 players get a real player hating '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 [Pre-Chorus