Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good to Be Home , by - Barney Artist. Release date: 01.10.2018
Song language: English
Good to Be Home |
| I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from |
| We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| Hands up if you rep your home |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| I’m from the Eastside of the city |
| Where things are known to go down |
| Spit a round with my lyrics |
| I’m hitting it from the ground |
| Let me pound |
| Barney Artist rep that Eastside B |
| Forest Gate is the ends and it’s inside me |
| Street by street |
| Let the bars invigorate your flow |
| When I spit it from the road |
| They’re yelling «Barney let’s go» |
| Let me flow |
| Spitting my zone |
| Barney repping my home |
| Never lone |
| I’m keeping the fire pass me the coal |
| Life’s a journey so making friends is the best vibe |
| Home is somewhere where you’re spending the best time, oh |
| Always chilling with my G’s |
| In the East |
| Grab a falafel try eating peace |
| Let me speak what I see, uh |
| See what I speak |
| When I’m breathing on beats |
| Keep my cypher complete, uh |
| Eastside is where I call home |
| Come to ends fam I’ll show you where I roam |
| I kinda miss the days when we would roam |
| Parkside café stores, then back to mine |
| Almost every time |
| What a sweet, sweet day to roam |
| Golden undertones |
| Oh, it’s good to be home |
| Oh, it’s good to be home |
| Mmm |
| I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from |
| We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| Hands up if you rep your home |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| Uh, yeah |
| Yo, I would show you how I live |
| Uh, if I wasn’t sat outside the crib (for fuck’s sake) |
| I left my keys and my misses by the fridge |
| But no joke I be penning this lyric by the bridge |
| Uh, that’s how it is |
| Yo, It’s like I live a double life |
| I’m feeling like I’m 40 |
| Kids and a troubled wife |
| They wake up by the side |
| Wonder what the day becomes |
| I dance between my big mothers and my baby ones |
| I used to play in slums |
| Now I gotta pay the sums |
| Three different cribs and ain’t got time just to stay in one |
| I hope this payment comes |
| So I can change the radiator for the neighbor’s one |
| And maybe get the glazing done |
| I’m young |
| But you can see what I’m becoming |
| Been the mouth of the south ever since I was a youngin' |
| Uh I need a place to call my own |
| For the days that I’m alone |
| But like the beat yo |
| I just keep running |
| I kinda miss the days when we would roll |
| Parkside café stores, then back to mine |
| Almost every time |
| What a sweet, sweet day to roam |
| Golden undertones |
| Oh, it’s good to be home |
| Oh, it’s good to be home |
| Mmm |
| I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from |
| We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| Hands up if you rep your home |
| And hands up if you rep your home |
| Check |
| For me home is just a place where all the traveling stops |
| A place to rest, lay in my nest before I’m hatching the plot |
| Seems easy but it’s actually not |
| It’s hard to function when the time zone’s dropping like a Jack-in-the-box |
| Not the trials and tribulations of an average job |
| But more rewarding |
| Tour’s exhausting but it’s important |
| So I’m all in |
| And if home is truly where the heart is |
| Then my heart’s a moving target |
| ‘Cause I be daily departing |
| And I could write a book about the cities I’m seeing |
| But I’ll be forever keeping London city supreme |
| Though I never pay attention to the postcode walls |
| Barely at home to check the post no more |
| Always on the move |
| I’m on the mission to deliver what they ask for |
| Looking at the past through the stickers on my passport |
| Circle the Earth for whatever it’s worth |
| By representing to the death of me the place I was birthed forever |
| I kinda miss the days when we would roll |
| Parkside café stores, then back to mine |
| Almost every time |
| What a sweet, sweet day to roam |
| Golden undertones |
| Oh, it’s good to be home |