Home.mp3.wav Lyrics

Everyone perishes in their own time

And everyone tries to make the most

I feel something new, I think it is you

Oh, I think I'm at home

And we could withstand it all

Through mud, bugs, and blood

We'll just smoke some bud

Cone, cone, cone, cone

Cone, cone, cone, cone

Cone, cone, cone, cone

Cone, cone, B-b-bud

Cone (Bud) Cone (Bud)

Cone (Bud) Cone (Bud)

Cone (Bud) Cone (Bud)

Cone (Bud) Cone (Bud)

Cone (Bud) Cone (Bud)

Cone (Bud) Cone (Bud)

Smoke some bud

I feel something new, I think it is you

Oh, I think I'm at home

I, I never could figure it out

I guess I've always been filled with doubt

I just can't figure it out

I, I never could figure it out

I, I never could figure it out

I guess I've always been filled with doubt

Home.mp3.wav, I'll take this track to my grave

I'll fuck around with the guys who like my songs

They're my slaves. I call my fans slaves

Because I fucking hate them

And I would kill the fuck out of them all