Home

I can't go home, home is gone I can't go home, home is gone I can't go home now, home is gone I can't go home, home is gone Nothing's changed, nothing remains the same Except these damn chains restraining my brain It's inhumane, but I maintain and live life to the fullest Keep a pocket full of bullets for these busters trying to take me out the game And I got the same aim as my grandpa did And I'm about as wily a scrapper as my grandpa's kid And now I rightfully take my place on top of the bridge And I wanna go back home, but that home, it doesn't exist, no more I get so sad, cause I'm a nomad and I feel homeless Cause I know home is where the heart is, not where the dome rests And I'm still planning on love soon, they got a hope chest And somewhere out there's my new home and it's the dopest Until then I journey and worry about nothing Just having fun and no rushing and spending time with my loved ones I'm writing rhymes just to bust em and stacking dimes by the dozen Committing crimes and we buzzing, we cutting lines and we guzzling We getting high drunk and buzzing, never worry bout the cans and must I can't go home Home is gone I can't go home Home is gone I can't go home now Home is gone I can't go home Home is gone Home sweet home, I'm never alone I keep the spirit of my loved ones in my bones, feel it in my soul I get out of control when I hit the road I found the fountain of youth and now I'm never getting old, no more So who's riding with me, who's riding with me I'll grab the shotgun if you grab the .45 and the .50 Because we're coming to your town, your street and your city And I'm up in my minivan, I'm just drifting and drifting Now hit me, cause not all the wander are lost, that's the sauce man You might catch me performing in Philly or Boston But Detroit is Chicago all over Colorado Run four corners down through New Mexico to Austin And my life's been awesome I dealt with a few bad apples but I tossed them And the rest I washed and glossed them Took a big bite of the fruits of life and I ain't working no nine to five In the hot sun, 24-seven I make art, son American Idol like Clarkson I can't go home Home is gone I can't go home Home is gone I can't go home now Home is gone I can't go home Home is gone I can't go home I can't go home I can't go home now I can't go home I can't go home Home is gone I can't go home Home is gone