Home

[Intro]

Nah, but

Like that

Play the beat

I'm telling you, man

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Just signed a lease, already evicted us

Considering my behavior, should have predicted this

But it's my home you living in, this ridiculous

And if you can't get with us, then pick it up

And dip back, pack up the pickup truck

Back to bumbafuck

Huh, this where I'm from, dude

Where everyone come to to run through

So I'ma do the same shit, bit more humble

Run through the whole world, refuse to get stuck, doomed in a room like Rapunzel

Gotta let my hair out, whereabouts undercover, it could change by the day

They say home is where the heart is, but I daily departed from every place that I stayed

[Interlude]

They tell me of a home

[Verse 2]

Where that at? I never been

Wherever that at, they won't let 'em in

Every home I had didn't fit in or they deaded him

Or I deaded myself, I dreaded getting help

I always got ahead of myself, they never vetted him

Blunts, getting drunk, stunted my development

I don't belong on Earth, maybe Heaven, hmm, anything but Hell again

Is that where I started at or where they sending him?

Is my fate sealed? Is it definite?

Or can I make an appeal, a second attempt?

Is it healing me when I feel the medicine?

What's real and what is relevant?

Then they say, "Why you always gotta question shit?"

Shit, can't be delicate, dance around the elephant

In the room, just need a room to rest my head and get a grip

Whether decadent or desolate, this ain't my residence

I don't need a home, I'm in my element

My parents, they love me, I feel the sentiment

But I'm a nomad, no pad, I ain't resting shit

I will never sit, keep peddling

The earth is mine

The earth is yours, my herd behind

Me, I walk the line till the earth is purged

My purpose served

On God, that's what I had to do

Longitude, latitude

All the foul fools with the attitudes

Had to move on from 'em, get along with 'em 'til they turn irrational

But I told you

I ain't posted, I'm just passing through, but still

[Outro]

They tell me of a home