| Fuck this shit, I’m goin' home
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| In the middle of the city, but I’m all alone
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| Me and all my skeletons, dancin' in my helmet
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| If this is bein' alive, then make me bones
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| I was s’posed to reach the apex, the mountain top
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| Yell down at my mom like, «Here, ma, look»
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| I didn’t even get to march at graduation
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| Got suspended stealin' money from the year—what, huh?—book
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| Was s’posed to have straight A’s, then I went crooked
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| If there is a God, I hope He’s not lookin'
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| I jackknifed at the fork in the road
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| Now the devil want a spoon, wrong turn, I took it
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| I had no drop top, raindrop, at the trainstop
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| Wish I made my brain stop, feel your person
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| Devil worship, always sinnin'
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| Never workin', head to prison
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| All I hear is alarms and sirens soundin' (ah)
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| Stress, regrets, a thousand
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| And all the hammerheads are poundin', all the debt surroundin'
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| In and out my house, and metro set the bar, forgot about it
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| Somebody help me
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| Help me
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| I think I need therapy
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| But I can’t afford it
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| Stressed, expectations not met
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| Stressed, heart ping pong in my chest
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| Stressed, got no real amigos, I’m offset
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| Stressed, all downhill like bobsled
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| And it feel like suffocation
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| I don’t think I’ll make it
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| 'cause I had my chance and blew it, water turned to sewage
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| What the fuck I’m doin'? |
| What the fuck I’m doin'? |
| Everything is ruined
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| I’m trapped, layin' on my back
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| In the squalor, heart pound like English dollar
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| Let me smoke a bowl to calm my nerves
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| Whoops, didn’t work, now I’m paranoid even worse
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| So I text my ex’s phone just to get some dome
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| She said I did wrong, so she movin' on
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| And she groanin' 'cause I’m not grown
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| Took out all these loans just to feel alone
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| Thought I’d get a standin' ovation
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| Guess that was my 'magination
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| All of my procrastination
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| All this academic probation
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| Thoughts race like horses
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| I hope you’re not recordin'
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| 'cause I feel wasted, dumb and arrogant, doubts, endless comparisons
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| Grades is just embarrassin', faceless young American
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| Nowhere to hide
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| Through this voice inside my mind
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| I just need to drown in the loud
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| I know this is a temporary fix
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| But you’re wrong
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| I’ve got tonight
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| Fuck this shit, I’m goin' home
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| In the middle of the city, but I’m all alone
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| Me and all my skeletons, dancin' in my helmet
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| If this is bein' alive, then make me bones
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| Expectations (expectations, pectations)
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| I thought I was gonna be a god
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| Would do I do now that I’m not?
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| Nowhere to hide
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| Through this voice inside my mind
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| I just need to drown in the loud
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| Fuck this shit, I’m goin' home |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Going Home, artist - Spose. Album song Going Home EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп