Going Home

Talking intro
“I’m about to give you everything you need what you do with that, it’s up to you…"

They say you can’t go home once you leave the place
But I ain’t looking for home, It’s right on my face
I’ve been traveling forever on this road
Trying to unraveling and mold go platinum or gold
See the show don’t stop, the world still spins
Even if these DJs don’t give you spins
Rap or rock?you kind of sound country
You can’t rap if you don’t make clubs bumpy
See I’d rather hear Johnny Cash, than raps about cash
They say I won’t last if I don’t rap about money
Money I don’t have, that’s funny a catch 22
So I make my own lane, I got nada to lose…
If you think about life and you think about ashes
Then maybe i’m alright without rapping to the masses
Maybe i’m alright without my name in the lights
See I’m walking home and I’m getting there tonight…

Hook
I’m going home (I’m going home)
On a country road (on a country road)
I’m going home (going home)
On a country road (on a country road)

Verse 2
Back like I never did, maybe never did
Crazy how much stuff changed since I was a kid
Use to ride around nothing to do
Rolled in a crew, hollered at the shorties
Coon Dog Liquor where I bought my first forty
Now the crew all gone, life moves on
Right off of Lincoln use to fish in a pond
House parties wild, spreading to the lawn
We all trying to get by, life on the river
Trucks on routes, trying to deliver
Riding through they call it stop light city
No paradise, but the girls seem pretty
Southern accents, and no fake titties
Bud is cheap, and the gas to hi
Clubs are just bars trying to act fly
I sit back, and watch time fly by

Hook
I’m going home (I’m going home)
On a country road (on a country road)
I’m going home (going home)
On a country road (on a country road)