Mike Posner - Come Home lyrics
[Mike Posner - Come Home lyrics]
No, no no, no, no, no
No, no no, no, no, no
No, no no, no, no, no
No, no no, no, no, no
Life's crazy my parents worried 'bout me
'Cause I didn't talk to nobody
Just made beats
And now I get paid by the syllable
Gotta thank 'em though
I know it can be difficult
As I tip-toe in and out of zip codes
All on a mission of love
That's what I live for
I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals
You see my old ones now because I lived those
You got to admit, ma
I told you I was gonna get
Into Duke and I did, ma
I told you I would get signed and I did, ma
Look at this, ma, look at this, ma no, no
No, no, no, no no, no
No, no, no, no
All my friends feel trapped and afraid
I close my eyes and try to imagine a way
To wash all my old patterns away
I had to stop smokin' 'cause
It scattered my brain
"Fuck bitches" is what my
Favorite rappers would say
I say there is something
Beautiful after the pain
After the pain, this can't be real
Turns out the ladder to fame
Is a hamster wheel
When we played the Palace
My parents were first row
That's a feeling that I don't
Even have words for
I did my song, went backstage
And drank a Henny bottle
Picked up my phone and then
I started texting any model
I used to put a target on every cute face
And keep Plan B pills in my suitcase
"That's gross, time to grow
" that's what Ronny said
Man, Willie just called, "Dawg, Ronny's dead"
I'm tryna stumble to a truer view
I'm noticing the sky is a bluer hue
It's time to get to work
That's what doers do
I'm looking in the mirror like
"Who are you?"
No, no no, no, no, no
No, no no, no, no, no
No, no no, no, no, no
Life's crazy my parents worried 'bout me
'Cause I didn't talk to nobody
Just made beats
And now I get paid by the syllable
Gotta thank 'em though
I know it can be difficult
As I tip-toe in and out of zip codes
All on a mission of love
That's what I live for
I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals
You see my old ones now because I lived those
You got to admit, ma
I told you I was gonna get
Into Duke and I did, ma
I told you I would get signed and I did, ma
Look at this, ma, look at this, ma no, no
No, no, no, no no, no
No, no, no, no
All my friends feel trapped and afraid
I close my eyes and try to imagine a way
To wash all my old patterns away
I had to stop smokin' 'cause
It scattered my brain
"Fuck bitches" is what my
Favorite rappers would say
I say there is something
Beautiful after the pain
After the pain, this can't be real
Turns out the ladder to fame
Is a hamster wheel
When we played the Palace
My parents were first row
That's a feeling that I don't
Even have words for
I did my song, went backstage
And drank a Henny bottle
Picked up my phone and then
I started texting any model
I used to put a target on every cute face
And keep Plan B pills in my suitcase
"That's gross, time to grow
" that's what Ronny said
Man, Willie just called, "Dawg, Ronny's dead"
I'm tryna stumble to a truer view
I'm noticing the sky is a bluer hue
It's time to get to work
That's what doers do
I'm looking in the mirror like
"Who are you?"