Upchurch - Don’t Want to Go Home lyrics

Feel the bass, bass, bass
Bass shake inside my bones
Empty passenger seat
Nobody drivin' with me 'cause I
Don't wanna go home

Ayy, ayy
I feel like bustin' down a narrow road
Glove box full of the RAW's cones
Ain't goin' home
No GPS with me for sure, sure, sure, sure
No Instagram, I been keepin' it low-pro
Low-pro like the wheels that's choppin'
On that short bed GMC charcoal grey
So suede inside the ash is
Rubbed in both my seats
I smoke to walk the city streets
My blood type probably THC
I'm numb to other humans 'cause
The camera cleared my vision, see
Now everybody only want the money, money
Money everybody want the fame
They kill each other for it
With the blood all on the
Dance floor, music still playin', though
Dead or alive, you can feel the vibe I'm on

Rollin', rollin' down my window
Turn up, turn up all that rock and roll
Feel the bass, bass, bass
Bass shake inside my bones
Empty passenger seat
Nobody drivin' with me 'cause I
Don't wanna go home

Sometimes I wanna be home alone
Macaulay Culkin myself inside a attic door
Catch a buzz, draw pictures in the dust
On these wooden floors
Fall asleep to these trees scratchin'
Windows in a thunderstorm
Oh, what a wonderful feelin'
Oh, what a beautiful reason
To wanna bathe in this acid rain
Black water inside my brain
Magic ate my eyes
I smoke the shake and wish
The best would fade
Everybody's gotta have the X's
On their eyelids either it's the lava or the
Gold lace on their iris
Streets gold, soft wings, rose gold
Fang teeth
Barefoot, grass green, ass fat, ride with me

Rollin', rollin' down my window
Turn up, turn up all that rock and roll
Feel the bass, bass, bass
Bass shake inside my bones
Empty passenger seat
Nobody drivin' with me 'cause I
Don't wanna go home