Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Home, artist - A$AP Rocky. Date of issue: 25.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back Home |
| Gotta find my way back home, I’ve been away to long |
| Gotta find my way back home, I’m moving… |
| War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords |
| Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf |
| Past the racism and fake-ism |
| Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs |
| You other rappers mad soft, mad I rap my ass off |
| They throwin' mats off, till I go bath salt |
| On wax, spitting heat to melt the wax off |
| I’m Mr Miyagi and Issey Miyake |
| Ass hole flow, fuck name brands, past logos |
| Now I’m onto grand raps, hands so low, uh |
| It’s like my fashion style is the life saver |
| Guess she wasn’t satisfied with titties that Christ gave her |
| Bragging that her new ass shots is a life changer |
| Head so good on that girl that I might pay her, or no |
| Super laid back cat, opposite of fat black, Al Capone |
| Tell them lil' niggas Flacko home |
| Gotta find my way back home |
| I’ve been way too long |
| Gotta find my way back home |
| I’ve been way too long |
| Gotta find my way back home |
| I’ve been way too long |
| Gotta find my way back home |
| I’ve been way too long |
| Father, Lord forgive me as I load up the semi |
| Roll through the city, that Joseph is in me |
| Hold it, don’t load it, reload it |
| On plenty, any, |
| That ever voted against me, dissed me |
| Pissed me off then tried to hold it against me |
| Or wish we off the worst luck that ever hated |
| Never hesitated, the designated (all of the wrong) they did me |
| You stored in my memory all of the doors that I thought of |
| Means walk from my enemies |
| Sippin' holy water like it’s bore from my kidneys |
| Load the smoke like a chimney, make a toast for the memories |
| Make a toast for the henny, it’s the best for the remedies |
| Energy, synergy, frienemies, industries |
| Finna get advantage on him and his nemesis |
| Bitches been sniffing |
| If I, if I ain’t the greatest, bitch I’m one of em |
| How in the fuck could you front on em |
| My old ho beefing, my ex won’t be friends |
| Bronson told me not to eat ham, rest in peace Yams |
| Rest in peace Yams, RIP A$AP Yamborghini |
| We gon' take it up town one time |
| We gon' take em back, show em how me do |
| They call me Pretty Flacko ladies and gentlemen |
| I’d like to introduce Pretty Flacko Sir |
| Yasiin Bey |
| Magnum spectacular, black man megalas |
| Shine amethyst, fly champion, it’s like that again |
| What’s happening? |
| Mathematics master blin' |
| Flacko season, all day, erryday |
| Ask me how it’s going, I tell em on and on and on and on and |
| You led me out to |
| Steady flowing, staying golden |
| Sand cover, ready Rover |
| Flacko glowing in that Owens, that’s how it’s going |
| Awareness to the areas, familiar with the routes |
| Travellin man, moving through places space in time |
| In a country called Earth |
| Nah’mean, these tack ass mah’fucker be in the pictures. |
| Wearing all types of |
| mother fuckin' red and green stripes, over accessorizing out this mother fucker. |
| We from Harlem, we gave y’all mother fucker this wave. |
| Grab y’all surfboards, |
| cause y’all got your boogy boards ready now. |
| Ya’ll just gon' keep watching us |
| at the beach show with your mother fuckin' khaki’s rolled up. |
| Chancletas in |
| your hand and we just gon' keep surfing in this mother fucker. |
| Straight up. |
| It’s ya boy, A$AP Yams, Yamborghini. |
| Yo Rock man, let these mother fuckers |
| know what it is out this mother fucker. |
| A$AP, bitch! |