Back Home

Yeah, look

It's like I'm chasing down a dream

Down a road that was dark and cold

My gas tank on E but my heart was full

And no one ever gave a damn bout the shit that I thought

Trying to fit into a place where I didn't belong

Give me a fast car, Vroom, look at it go

The label man told me soon, "we'll be booking you shows"

"we need to fix a few things if we want it to work."

And then before you know it, boom, we fixing to blow

It's like, "we like how you rappin', how you singing. In fact"

"we just need to switch up your image"

"put this chain on your neck."

"We'll have you dancing like a puppet without any respect"

"And every penny we invest'n, we'll be getting it back."

It's like I want to go back to the way that it was

Back home, back where it was basic enough

Before the money and the cars. I had my face in the mud

I want that dirt back on my boots but I don't say it enough

I wanna go

Back home

To the same old town where everybody know your name

To the same old trailer I grew up in. I ain't never gonna change

Back Home

On the same dirt road that my family grew up on

The only other thing that I gave a damn about

Cause in the end the rest is gone

You gave me the world in New York City

I sold my soul in LA

So I don't need a penny that you got, good luck my friend

Be back home where you used stay

I lost my girl to fame and fortune

Chasing down things that I couldn't afford it

So I don't need a penny that you got, good luck my friend

Be back home where you used to stay

Lord, help me out this place of hate

And please forgive me for mistakes I make

And I can't shake this weight

Cause it's a burden on my shoulders and they can't relate

I detoured off the path of the way you pave

Brave lights, fortune and fame

Money. and women have distorted my brain

I'm trying to sort through the flames