I'm Coming Home

When I die, you'll never know the things I have been All the things I've learnt, the things I've loved, the things I've lived So don't come to my funeral and read an eulogy Cuz you left me when you couldn't see the best in me In all my days I've found that I just can't compete With the love I have for me and all the love I seek I can look around for people to make me complete But every time I find myself Coming home to me I'm coming home to me I'm never going back to where I used to be Cuz I'm coming home to me Cuz I'm coming home to me I'm never going back to where I used to be Cuz I'm coming home to me And if your stanky ass comes by my grave to say goodbye I swear I'll come to life and throw some hands, don't even try How you gonna celebrate me when I'm dead and gone When you said that I was a "good riddance" when I called