Hometown Pride

[Chorus] This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the Bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight, tonight [Verse 1] This is a scumbag story, my whole heart Lives in Blackwood, where the apex a Coles park My humble start, blunts that we rolled up View of the city, first pulser in a Pulsar Was it a Pintara dreaming of a Impala? Taming of the shrew, these formal suits are a thin armour And a suit Ferrari, feeling all super starry The days are warm the girls love me and my crew is an army Ha, I've been there, tell I've felt the future tugging I've seen the dukes of nothing in the cars zooming past me Even a few that's nasty, I've copped a few cherries I've popped a few of my own, some say it's too many I say it's just enough, I had my first kiss First tag, first fight, first spit shirtless First fuck, first drink, first rap verses All in my hometown where the birds sing [Chorus] This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the Bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight, tonight [Verse 2] See, it's a bit colder where I came from Especially in the foggy mornings trying to stay warm Especially walking home with a crayon 'Til everything here got my name on "What do you write, bro?" Screaming Koo-Wee across the valley then drop the bally Some minor crimes and hit a party up, it's for the tally Hoes have all be ordering Hungry's and quarter-baggies in my hand Yeah, I roll with fatties and we're rolling fatties Blow it skywards, fuck the climate and fuck assignments Without a sense of time or motion and there's nothing like it Mother asks you your career, you say, "Undecided" She's like, "I never get to see you since you started driving" And all you wanna do is fucking die young And stay pretty forever, R.I.P to friends we lost, my eyes run Thinking back to the day I got the call And my focus is the moment, won't forget you Not at all, it's for you [Chorus] This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the Bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight, tonight [Verse 3] Instant classic shit If I knew the difference, I'd have gone make all my lyrics I would've had a fit. From bathroom cabinets To fast lane weaving through the traffic It was always my belief and I'm no Catholic So fuck it, I'm a Maverick In the City of Churches, crystal heads, not sucking amethyst When other guys are tweaking, my demons try appearing But I'm not tryna feed 'em, so I decide I'm leaving But I couldn't find a reason so I focus on my hobbies Started blowing up like pressure mines Hoping I'll tread softly but I'll never 'Cause they're home and they hope I know they're watching But it's so exhausting, the recording shows and touring All the pressure, all the cities, sometimes I wanna quit Other times I wanna kill it 'til these rappers on my dick Telling me I am the best, young hope in all these years But I know I am the shit because I work for all I get For my city, baby [Chorus] This one's not for going away This one's for the Hills to the Bay This one is for the hometown pride Tonight, tonight