| Man, it ain’t always all good at home | 
| but the few days it is makes it all worth while. | 
| It’s all about time and chance it’s gotta be | 
| You got trailer park moms winning powerball lottery | 
| And if a little girl gets stuck in a well | 
| You got the whole world feeling the Hell | 
| And trying to help, | 
| We got good intentions, maybe bad ideas | 
| Like fucking fine nedens laced with ghonerea | 
| But the adventure is real and ain’t nobody alone | 
| Especially me, so come the fuck on, let’s get home | 
| I got bitches to fuck we being rich as | 
| Truck at the Mexican festival hitting switches | 
| The bed be elevating, no hating | 
| Only congratulating, and the hoes steady tailgating | 
| With their neden holes waiting | 
| On daytons, man that truck was so tight, | 
| That’s why I’m trying to go back sometimes it be alright | 
| And the rest of the bullshit, I can walk right through | 
| I’m tryna see a wheel chair, | 
| a hot nurse, at a 100 and 2 years old | 
| And the tree | 
| (Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion) | 
| And the herb | 
| And the smoke | 
| And the ganj | 
| (Violent J) | 
| The tree is all right | 
| (Chorus) | 
| It ain’t much going on but that’s where I belong | 
| Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes) | 
| And it can’t be wrong, | 
| because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes) | 
| Like a world of gold, so much unexplored | 
| And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven | 
| I’m in, people can do they thing | 
| (Bridge) | 
| And mine is singing, (singing) I’m singing… | 
| Like Michael Jackson ya’ll | 
| I said I’m singing, (singing) I’m singing… | 
| With out the little boys and the plastic nose… | 
| (Violent J) | 
| We kick the wicked shit in packed ass clubs | 
| We scrubs, your everyday Joe’s, Mike’s, and Tom Dub’s | 
| But that’s are thing and we love that shit | 
| And people sick, thinking wicked shit gone quit | 
| Tell me why do stress be, L-I-F-E | 
| Everyday’s a new adventure for the fella’s with me | 
| We only got so long I’m tryna get out and see | 
| I’m tryna get out and be, who tryna do it like me | 
| You might see from above, you might fall in love, | 
| You might get your dick sucked from the back like what | 
| You might discover your nitch, and look you ain’t a bitch | 
| All this just days after you was gone quit | 
| I ain’t on some mother you whack motherfucker | 
| This shit for juggalos, we talking to each other | 
| Not them other hoes, we shudder those hoes to back rows | 
| And crack those Faygo’s and the place explodes | 
| And the cush | 
| (Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion) | 
| And the green | 
| And the sass | 
| And the dro | 
| (Violent J) | 
| The cush is all right, | 
| (Chorus) | 
| It ain’t much going on but that’s where I belong | 
| Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes) | 
| And it can’t be wrong, | 
| because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes) | 
| Like a world of gold, so much unexplored | 
| And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven | 
| I’m in, people can do they thing | 
| (Bridge) | 
| And mine is singing, (singing) I’m singing… | 
| Like Eddie Vedder only better… | 
| I said I’m singing, (singing) I’m fucking singing… | 
| And making cheddar somehow and smoking shredder somehow, wow. | 
| (Chorus) | 
| It ain’t much going on but that’s where I belong | 
| Because some of them days be shiny diamonds, (sometimes) | 
| And it can’t be wrong, | 
| because some of them nights the moon be shining, (sometimes) | 
| Like a world of gold, so much unexplored | 
| And I be climbing, homies rhyming, heaven | 
| I’m in, people can do they thing | 
| (Bridge) | 
| And mine is singing, (singing) I’m singing… | 
| Like Axl Rose and them, when he was with Slash and them… | 
| I said I’m singing, I’m (singing)… | 
| I’m fucking singing, fucking singing, I’m fucking singing… | 
| (Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion) | 
| Well let’s get you home then! |