Come Home ft. Liz McTague & Dylan Montayne Lyrics

You got your words right

And you know yourself on your worst night

And you've grown like hell

I know I know I know I know

But you gotta come home

Words right

And you know yourself on your worst night

And you've grown like hell

I know I know I know I know

You just gotta come home

Misanthrope

Misanthrope

Boy they love you how you leave them ghost

Leave them ghost

They gon' shrug you

What's that on your breath

Get your coat you so cold

You gon' catch your death

You're like: dope

That might be for best

Wait

How long have I been looking for the right one

In the wrong ways

And it's piling up

How long can I stare into this bright sun

It's a long day

What's your vice, huh

Tell me your vice, yeah

Name your price

Boy you blind

You must you must you must

Make your mark

Make your mark

All my life I been way off course

Like I don't chart I just write

I was in a minimal market

Tryna go big like tar pits

Big drive bit carsick

Took some time to get started

Now it looks alright

From the wide-angle that view really something

I break my heart on the regular

Next time I'll see it coming

I beg your pardon a lot

It's a burden I feel it

I double dose on that stress relief

Double down like a helix

Oh God, yeah

I chose a whole ass lifestyle

Told me back in high school play your role till it's lights out

Now I'm only home if there's a show and a price

Feels like I'm always in flight

These are the lowliest heights I've known

Oh oh oh

You just gotta come home

You got your words right

And you know yourself on your worst night

And you've grown like hell

I know I know I know I know

But you gotta come home

Words right

And you know yourself on your worst night

And you've grown like hell

I know I know I know I know

You just gotta come home

I just been catching my breath

I just been making a mess

I just been getting my steps

I just been catching my

Wait a minute I'm alive

Been a damn long ride, glad you held on tight

What a surprise

I been dead-wrong like only headphones might

Ever know why

Put my pen on upper echelon

But I'm vexed on how to survive

But my home town taught me hope now

Man it falls down out of the sky

Show me your life

Those stories you write

How you spend your time

I been writing I been writing

You been fighting you been fighting

For your life and no one likes it

No one ever gets excited

When you pull up to a life that you never had in mind

Everyone else always seemed so comfortable inside

Yo, Dylan man

You should go and get it man

You should go and kill it fam

I feel like I'm jumping on a bed under a ceiling fan

Big plans that I made for myself

I'll pull you up so you can jump on the couch

'Cause I-I I got my

You got your words right

Got your words right

You got your, you got your

Words right

Words words

You got your words right

And you know yourself on your worst night

And you've grown like hell

I know I know I know I know

But you gotta come home

Words right

And you know yourself on your worst night

And you've grown like hell

I know I know I know I know

You just gotta come home