GOING HOME Lyrics

She ditches watching places

'Cause she's happy on her own

And she picks up all the pieces

She's going home

(Baby I'm home, I'm home, I'm home)

Yeah she's going home

(Baby I'm home, I'm home, I'm home)

Home is where the heart is, a product of the departed

I'm keeping it three stacks, you know I'm life of the party

Discography moving different, I'll paint a picture vivid

Use hues of blues to set the scene of what the fuck my home mean to me

A place where I could live for sure and I'll be sure to show ya

What I told ya 'bout the meanings of my every speech

My every scheme my every single fucking thing

That led the kid to be the king and take the throne while people sing

About the songs I used to dream, damn

My self-esteem has been what's getting me by

Said you got hope? Well it dies

You got a dream? Then it dies

'Cause in this world it's fuck your girlfriend, fuck your father, fuck your mother

Watch your single parent cry, watch the friends around you lie

Watch the motherfuckers you see everyday tell you goodbye

Reminiscing on my life, man that shit ain't gonna fly

I got this shit down to a science

You know that Nibo drive the game without a license

And I look to the sky

To see the sun arise the brightness in this light of mine

Illuminate my eyes and lets me see when it gets dark inside

I'm tryna find some piece of mind you know I told you

In the city so cold, vision blurry in the wintertime

The call of autumn falls upon the home I know

I see the faces of my past, I know someone who dealing dope

I know someone instead of living life they hanging by a rope

I know some countless motherfuckers turn to Tito when they cope

And turn to Whitney for some hope

They loving young and they elope

They fucking young and got a son

Want Pope to bless him, he said nope

I know some motherfuckers forever got beef with each other

Wish that a brother wasn't spitting shit that wouldn't be subtle

But fuck it, you asked for Nibo to shut it?

I'll pop my shit then I shove it

I'm going home 'cause I love it, the hate I'm rising above it

Man fuck your music, fuck your tongue

Fuck your rhythm you a bum

I'm truly humble under god

Since I was young I been a thug, damn

Man isn't something to see?

How the manager managed to make a man outta me

From packing lunches in boxes, to losing weight making progress

And now I'm on my way from cloudy days to bachelor's degree

So what are you gonna do

When you'll be faced with the truth

When coming home isn't everything that you wanted it to

You'll hit the road in that automatic Cadillac it black and matted

Fleein' from the only place that was home to you, look

I pick apart the beat, I'm keeping the receipts like I'm deceitful

The road to home is evil like Knievel I be stunting on every beat

That a motherfucker been on, better hop up on the track

Before you miss a chance to get on or get shit on

Pick a hand

I'm rapping like my life depend on it

All these bitches think I'm a fan

But ain't nothing Vanilla Man can't do

I'm spitting on the road to home and all y'all bitches just be royally blue

Break it down

My home matter to me

Nowhere that I'd rather be

Ain't nothing sadder to see

Than a home without me

So I'm coming home

Yeah she's going home

I'm going home

He's going home

She's going home

We going home

I'm going home

He's going home

She's going home

We going home

Said we going home

Yeah we going home

We going home

We going home