| This one’s not for going away
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| This one’s for the Hills to the Bay
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| This one is for the hometown pride
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| Tonight, tonight
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| This is a scumbag story, my whole heart
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| Lives in Blackwood, where the apex a Coles park
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| My humble start, blunts that we rolled up
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| View of the city, first pulser in a Pulsar
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| Was it a Pintara dreaming of a Impala?
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| Taming of the shrew, these formal suits are a thin armour
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| And a suit Ferrari, feeling all super starry
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| The days are warm the girls love me and my crew is an army
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| Ha, I’ve been there, tell I’ve felt the future tugging
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| I’ve seen the dukes of nothing in the cars zooming past me
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| Even a few that’s nasty, I’ve copped a few cherries
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| I’ve popped a few of my own, some say it’s too many
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| I say it’s just enough, I had my first kiss
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| First tag, first fight, first spit shirtless
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| First fuck, first drink, first rap verses
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| All in my hometown where the birds sing
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| This one’s not for going away
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| This one’s for the Hills to the Bay
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| This one is for the hometown pride
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| Tonight, tonight
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| See, it’s a bit colder where I came from
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| Especially in the foggy mornings trying to stay warm
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| Especially walking home with a crayon
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| 'Til everything here got my name on
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| «What do you write, bro?»
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| Screaming Koo-Wee across the valley then drop the bally
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| Some minor crimes and hit a party up, it’s for the tally
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| Hoes have all be ordering Hungry’s and quarter-baggies in my head
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| Yeah, roll with fatties and we’re rolling fatties
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| Blow it skywards, fuck the climate and fuck assignments
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| Without a sense of time or motion and there’s nothing like it
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| Mother asks you your career, you say, «Undecided»
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| She’s like, «I never get to see you since you started driving»
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| And all you wanna do is fucking die young
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| And stay pretty forever, R.I.P to friends we lost, my eyes run
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| Thinking back to the day I got the call
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| And my focus is the moment won’t forget
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| Not at all, it’s for you
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| This one’s not for going away
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| This one’s for the Hills to the Bay
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| This one is for the hometown pride
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| Tonight, tonight
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| Instant classic shit
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| If I knew the difference, I’d have gone make all my lyrics
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| I would’ve had a fit. |
| From bathroom cabinets
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| To fast lane weaving through the traffic
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| It was always my belief and I’m no Catholic
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| So fuck it, I’m a Maverick
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| In the City of Churches, crystal heads, not sucking amethyst
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| When other guys are tweaking, my demons try appearing
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| But I’m not tryna feed 'em, so I decide I’m leaving
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| But I couldn’t find a reason so I focus on my hobbies
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| Started blowing up like pressure mines
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| Hoping I’ll tread softly but I’ll never
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| 'Cause they’re home and they hope I know they’re watching
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| But it’s so exhausting, the recording shows and touring
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| All the pressure, all the cities, sometimes I wanna quit
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| Other times I wanna kill it 'til these rappers on my dick
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| Telling me I am the best, young hope in all these years
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| But I know I am the shit because I work for all I get
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| For my city, baby
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| This one’s not for going away
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| This one’s for the Hills to the Bay
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| This one is for the hometown pride
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| Tonight, tonight |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hometown Pride, artist - Allday. Album song Startup Cult, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп