(Home) (Going home)

(I'm going home)

(Going home) (I'm going home)

Pencil in my fingers, everyone I'm with pretending that they listen

Bell just finished ringing, I'm sitting in school

Phone is ringing, my manager's got some news

But if I take it out, my teacher won't approve

The show last night was crazy

But it was in Connecticut, I got home at five in the morning

And I'm trying my best to pay attention

But I've had a lack of sleep for a week

And I'm still on a high from that performance

Surrounded by fake smiles and it's all clear

'Cause I'm buzzing now and plus everyone

Doesn't know what they wanna be

But I do and it's kind of already working

I cannot stop thinking I do not belong here

I am not being productive

'Cause I spend half of my day here

Plus all of the homework that comes with

I'm wasting my time, shit is eating me alive

Everyone who knows me knows where I'm meant to be in this life

I'm going home

(Going home)

(I'm going home)

(Going home) (I'm going home)

Young nigga from the Boogie Down

Took me looking shookly at these hoods to fully look around

Boogieman rocks hoodies, Timbs, and Gucci belts from moving pounds

Sometimes I ain't have a home

Homies let me snooze on couches, why I appreciate it

Now you are alleviated

Must be good to know it's hard to look at stars and see we made it

From the bottom of the barrel, had to dodge a couple barrels

Making money for my mummy with the power of a pharaoh

Call me King Tut, supreme king dreams with the mean strut

Had to push a button, pushers press you if you seem tough

From the era every era tear your cerebellum, yellow tape

And your melon trying to make some tapes and sell 'em

Miss me with the bullshit

Miss me with the wish you niggas knew Chris

Now you want my home but you was laughing at The Blueprint

Hop on top of cops like dots that's shopping for a spot

But if money stop, I bet you niggas act like you ain't knew Chris God

It's Rivers

(Going home)

(I'm going home)

(Going home) (I'm going home)

When I'm on tour, I call that my vacation

Pussy, weed, and money, that's my motivation

I love rocking shows, 'specially overseas

'Cause them European girls like getting on they knees

A little homesick but I'll be back in a month

It beats being in jail, no freaking handcuffs

Y'all know me, nuts over beats and the block

Reminiscing on that night uptown I got knocked

It changed my life, sitting up in a cell

Knowing damn well that I'm headed to hell

I chose this life, can't regret those flaws

I was in them streets, feeling above the law

Coke in my drawers, half a P in the trunk

Jail time in the program, that's 36 months

I'ma eat, work out, man, I miss my family

Counting down the days I touch down

Queens, I'm coming home

(Going home)

(I'm going home)

(Going home) (I'm going home)

Coming Home (feat. Token, Chris Rivers & Nutso)

Domingo

Songtexte Coming Home (feat. Token, Chris Rivers & Nutso) - Domingo feat. Token, Chris Rivers & Nutso