Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coming Home, artist - The Four Owls. Album song Nocturnal Instinct, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Coming Home |
Coming through like Arlo |
Yo, one |
Doing the wantana me in the patana me yah |
Yo, yo, yo, yo |
This is my home, stamped firm in a place, like a statue |
When I zone, watch your dome, got some words that will slap you |
Son I have to |
Weave up some shit that’d be bad for you if you rap too |
Carve in the words like tattoos |
Permanent feature, I live here |
It’s a fact, you been near but didn’t do this like we did yeah |
Sorry it’s clear, piss weak |
Your speeches get dissed here |
Gas burnt off, like when the mist clears |
This normal shit, that shit don’t form with the awfulness |
Spaced out like I came here through portal shit |
Walk with us, too much whack shit tortured us |
Made me feel nauseous, so we were forced to torch it up |
And we’re maintaining, still I’m glad you brought it up |
Commanding more respect and would show no rep would talk to us |
Break the cycle like a bike under a bus |
I’m just spitting how I like to, if you like to give a fuck |
Home is where my mind is when I travel in a timeless type void |
Within my thoughts, made my own world then came to visit yours |
My stock rise when I drop lines, you lot might do it |
Yeah it’s good, but it’s not right |
Much like rot guys, my mind grows on trees |
Must like, lost my, block write, the story down |
What’s it all about, you’re falling out the picture |
Quicker than you could imagine it, it was magic in a sense |
Is it really so, it’s always tragic in the end |
Are we happy to accept that or happy to pretend that it’s not so |
Coming home a lost soul |
It’s order like, border-line, I’m entering another state |
Enough forgot the name of this place |
But once again came with a flame, or paperless plane |
Respect comes straight we don’t chase it |
Live from the foundation, the bases, we break limits |
Coming back with a medal, like a war veteran |
Beats hit you like a shot of pure adrenalin |
My bars are like the universe, a place you’ve never been |
Perform my last act, even with my head severin' |
A type of potency that ain’t' measurin' |
More than science lookin' at us like it’s witchcraft |
We medalling, skip class |
To sell a thing, drug wrapped in cellophane |
After the Owls came, your scheme ain’t the same again |
Gas strewn everything around me, I gave a cream |
You just an extra in this, late to the scene |
Ain’t no way to stop it, like a tumour |
That’s paid to scream, hate the team |
That’s why your jaw is swinging like you ate a bean |
We was building but it crumbled like dilapidation |
I’m the smoking gun left from the assassination |
Your style toxic, we dumped it in the wasteland |
Learned to clear the fuckin' room out like a mace can |
Yeah, I bring this home, like the bread |
They say home is where the heart is, touch cardiac arrest |
I’m rarest of the myth, like a Martian in the flesh |
I be sparing with the Spartans, I’m possessed |
Throwing darts up in your head like |
Startled like rabbits in the headlight |
Owls will get up out the mist put us on the next flight |
Done this since the outlet, with some crumbs up on the breadline |
I’m firing like a tech nine, that’s why we be the headline |
And clocking all our best lines, it’s probably past your bed time |
Best I get you xo’d, ninjas spitting mystery |
You’ll find us on the x-files, patting sample textiles |
With a text files, we get smiles |
Have sex while they’re vibrant |
Let bygones be bygones, you know we bout to blow the flow |
Sutin' like a time bomb, went missing for a minute, yep |
Forever rep the British islands, cos that’s where I’m from |
Deliver bite like a python, tall and great like a pylon |