Atmosphere, El-P - Homecoming songtext (lyrics)

Little boy can't seem to find your place now
All your funny friends
The ones who have shitty jobs

Like seven or eight grades up
From fitting blocks together
Graf kids after school to get
Chased by rival letters
And skate boards and truck cars and rails
Funny shapes of grip tape
I own a Mark Rogowski, I rode it goofy footed
Sicker, I learned to ollie on
Colt 45 malt liquor and that's it
To me it got not any more acrobatic
We would pedal around Manhattan
For lack of better action
One kid is the point man at Pakistani bodega
He sold those loosey Camel
Unfiltered to under-agers
Smoke 'em on the promenade
Water balloons drop
Hit car, run from cops, skate quick
Basically loaf on the low
On the laugh with dangerous, nearly vacation
Under the Brooklyn Bridge, across
The Brooklyn Banks, show up uninvited
Some kids are drinking beer
Tonight they're excited
Brooklyn Tech, Brooklyn Friends
Stuyvesant plus rich kids, thug wannabes
And hippie chicks on some escapist shit
We felt the separate fashions
And cliques trading places
We formed our own section
Comprised of Nike Uptowns
Worn on mediocre skaters, it's like this:
Yo, this kid Ivan made the
Trek from Roose Island
From plastic cup of Cold Duck
And a relaxed social environment
He jetted from his section when
The meat heads started whylin'
His aesthetic wasn't their style
So they used bats to re-design it

Homecoming (Homecoming)
Homecoming (Homecoming)
(Sometimes it was good
Sometimes it was just a moment
Of vis-a-vis the definitions
And other stimulus that cause your growing)
Homecoming (Homecoming)
Homecoming (Homecoming)

Sometimes I was good and
Other times contradicted
But no matter where I stood
I still managed to stand
The last time I laughed this
Hard I was a child
It was the kind of giggle that
Would make a young mother smile
I can't remember the "Why"
But the wallpaper patterns
Had me running in circles trying
To defend my Saturn
Just me and my box of Makaveli and cheese
All I really want to do
Is show you my disease
She didn't have the courage
To kiss me goodnight
But I'mma give you my word
That everything will be alright
Like, what the fuck?! This
Phone is disconnected just my luck
I need advice before my love gets misdirected
Guess it's just another symptom of
Just another victim of
The warfare and those caught between
Sean and the Slug
Did I mention the drugs that used
To make her spew forth
Carried barely half the pleasure of
A pack of Newports?
Breathe it in, breathe it out
What'd it really be about?
I'm trying to lose and allude all
Excuses to scream and shout
For every moment I spent wishing
My parents back together
Would've been better linked to preparin'
Me for the weather
Rocking my t-shirt that reads "Whatever"
All in an effort to relieve the pressure
That Minnesota good sleep
This wood is cheap
And now fire's back in style
If I had better teeth
I would try to crack a smile
Well, here I am, Mr typical
Ridiculously meticulous when painting
Pictures of pitiful
And little did I know and less did I care
They would chew up an swallow all
That I threw out there
"It's not fair" screams the
One without a voice arm that boy
Tell him to aim at the ones
That got all the toys

Homecoming (Homecoming)
Homecoming (Homecoming)
(Sometimes it was good
And other times contradicted
But no matter where I stood
I still managed to stand)
Homecoming (Homecoming)
Homecoming (Homecoming)
Sometimes it was good
Sometimes it was just a moment
Of vis-a-vis the definitions
And outer stimulus that cause growing

There it is, is that what you want?
There it is, is that what you want?
Is that really what you want?
I'm coming home, is that what you want?