Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Home, artist - HDBeenDope. Album song Pheace Be the Journey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2016
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Back Home |
Labb, Labb, Labb |
Peace brother |
This Badie just calling to let you know |
We received an offer for a show Paris |
They want you to open for Doppelgangaz |
So yea |
Call me back as soon as possible |
Alright peace |
I told em all I would do it and it’s finally happening |
Been searching for inner peace |
I guess I’m finally balancing |
I remember a year ago when I said I was leaving |
How cats would look at me and laugh as they replied keep dreaming |
And now I sit here impatient |
Terminal 2 with my mama |
And since my uncle’s connected he got her in with no drama |
Thanks |
An accent came over the intercom |
She said it’s boarding time |
I grabbed my bags and said goodbye to mom |
4,000 miles away from the crib due to writing songs |
And look I did it no gimmicks and not a word from source |
I’m set to open in Paris a 15 minute set |
Promoter calling he stalling |
You not performing |
We ain’t expect |
But you got plenty people in the crowd |
I start to sweat my 15 minute set turned to an hour |
Got on stage and they rocked |
Knew all the words I forgot |
The most love I’ve ever got |
Man I ain’t going back home |
Woah |
Woah |
Woah |
Woah |
Woah |
Woah |
I ain’t going back home |
Woah |
Woah |
Woah |
Woah |
Woah |
This is part 3 of the TGA tour |
I’m on this plane talking to self like this the shit we prayed for |
The first stop is in Colmar |
Don’t know this place at all |
They got the Statue of Liberty so it doesn’t seem far |
But anyway I hit the stage and rocked the crowd with a breeze |
Can’t help but thinking back to class like damn it pays to be free |
The next stop is out in Lyon |
I never got to go on |
Cuz these faggot niggas went in Bataclan and let they guns off |
Rest in peace |
And next it’s two shows in Czech Republic |
Chapeau Rouge rocking plus I had the Fénix club bugging |
Then we got word |
A show in Poland last minute and they say I’m headlining |
I’ll admit I’m kinda timid |
'Cause my fan base there ain’t that big |
But hoping I can pack it |
Imagine if I do |
That’ll be the craziest reaction |
Did the show and only 20 people came |
If the city heard about this I could never show my face |
Man I ain’t going back home |
You know what they’re saying right |
You know what they’re talking 'bout |
You looking just like a bitch for cover up you be barking loud |
Trips to Europe only looking amazing in thumbnails |
But we know your name holds no weight like Dumbbells |
I’m in my mind |
My booking agent Frantz is talking to me |
He’s speaking English but it all is sounding foreign to me |
I hear em say that the promoter feels like we deceived him |
I’m suppose to make him bucks |
He’s barely even breaking even |
I feel fucked up so I just nod I couldn’t say a word |
And Frantz continues like that shouldn’t be his main concern |
It’s 'bout the people |
In your spot that came to see their artist |
I’ve been to shows with smaller crowds that could defeat the largest |
It’s all in energy |
He don’t know what that shit meant to me |
Was letting all my thoughts of failure get the best of me |
That I couldn’t see |
That 20 people left their crib |
'Cause they believe in my expression |
And I sit here ungrateful |
I think it’s time I count my blessings |