SEQUOIA

Ever since, like, this shit happened

I've had just a new perspective on

What home is and what home means to me

And I mean, you know they always say

You know, home is where the heart is

But, I don't know, they never show you

How to deal with the only feeling of home

Like I never really realized home was a feeling

I just always thought home was a place, but it's a feeling

And not having that feeling fucks with me a lot

But it's certain things I hear or I see or

I smell or I taste that give me that feeling

Climb the bus and call ya, hope that I can see ya

I pray that I'm high, Lord

Tryna find a signal, second hand keep calling

I'm sorry I'm tired, Lord

Caught up in this daydream, sometimes it's a nightmare

Tryna recompute the time

Tryna learn to trust me, fall back, hope I grow wings

Shit feel brand new without you

And not the cool, brand new

To think what I would do without you

Now I just do what I gotta do for you

I hope that you're proud of me

I hope that you're proud of me

Climb the bus and call ya, hope that I can see ya

I pray that I'm high, Lord

Tryna find a signal, second hand keep calling

I'm sorry I'm tired, Lord

Caught up in this daydream, sometimes it's a nightmare

Tryna recompute the time

Tryna learn to trust me, fall back, hope I grow wings

Shit feel brand new without you

And not the cool, brand new

To think what I would do without you

Now I just do what I gotta do for you

I hope that you're proud of me

I hope that you're proud of me

It's like little pieces, um, and I'm just, just tryna find it

What feel like home to you? I'll tell you what feel like home to me