HOME (PRAMA Remix)

I been to London, I been to France
I been to Tokyo
Get the request, they cut the check
And then I’m on the road
I kiss the wife, I pack a bag
I gotta rock the show
But wherever I Go
There ain’t no place like Home

Starts with a booking request
Like Mega can you rock a set
I pass it over to Jeff
And if we like it i give it a yes
Make sure the dough is correct
And They give me the proper respect
I’m due as a vet
If we connect
No worry I’m there no sweat
TSA pre-checking
Shoes on I keep stepping
Agents know me like my best friends
So I’m through with no questions
Load up some podcasts, couple new tunes for the flight
Got a few beats, I wanna write
Feeling so inspired by this life
Cuz I remember sitting on the block -
Without a lot - hoping that it pop
Wishing for a shot to show em what I got
Ain’t on top but feeling like a big shot
When I’m HOME
Like Bran Stark on the throne
Like KD verse a zone
Like I’m Sean Puffy Diddy Combs
Well, not quite but you know

CHORUS
I been to London, I been to France
I been to Tokyo
Get the request, they cut the check
And then I’m on the road
Kiss the wife, I pack a bag
I gotta rock the show
But wherever I Go
There any no place like Home
There ain’t no place like home...
No place like home

Seeming like I’m dreaming
And I can’t even believe it
Blessings I’m receiving
Constantly Keeping me leaving
Reason that when you be seeing me
I’m always cheesing
Pause
Even when I know the feeling is fleeting
Man I don’t be needing a reason
What’s better than (home)

And they say it’s where the heart is
(Home)
Where they gone love you regardless
(Home)
Staying with you through the hardships
(Home)
Yes, where it all started
I Got a new bed
And honestly it’s kinda comfortable >>
I don’t like getting up so if I’m picking up you best believe that it better be wonderful
Paul Orndorff in the shiny robes
But I never need designer clothes
I’m in sweats When it’s time to go
Comic cons it was comical
Long time ago, Now I’m home
It could be Austin
Could be Seattle, could be Boston
Any place I’m free to go and get lost in
But
Traveling is so exhausting
My creativity my source of energy
I look at my schedule and think you got man you have got to be kidding me
How do you do it, I don’t really know
Hopping off planes and then killing a show
It isn’t the accolades isn’t the dough
Its the rush - you get, when you feel it -
You know yo!

I been to London, I been to France
I been to Tokyo
Get the request, they cut the check
And then I’m on the road
Kiss the wife, I pack a bag
I gotta rock the show
But wherever I Go
There any no place like Home
There ain’t no place like home...
No place like home