Tom MacDonald - Homecoming lyrics

Ya dig? Seems like every time I come home I
Have to ask myself where home is

Coming out the opposite of West side
Still bang 2Pac three dollar breakfast
Bond's is the food spot
East Van where it rain through the rooftop
Puttin' out your cigarette and
Messin' up your boombox
Sippin' out a paper bag
Old wooden front porch
Kickin' freestyles while the blunt
Pass back and forth
Old man with a shoppin' lot closet
Give em all my empties and
A dollar from my pocket

He said the Lord comin' and he can't wait
So I tell him if he does it it'll be ok
Comin' out of Joe's Cafе with a
Cup of that mafia coffee
Where are my Italians at?
Drug dеalers think I'm moving
On they territory
I guess they dug up the past
That I had buried for me
And I have temptations but
I'm not very Gordie
I am Vancouver Edmonton, I am very sorry

From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for
Whatever's comin' down or I will be a cover
From whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then
I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask
You if you remember how we met?

Bring it back to North side Edmonton
Hollow Crown Liquor a little whiskey kept me
Warm through the winter
I used to be a prairie dog
Now I'm getting with it man
All growed up in this bitch, city man
Used to have a shoe box
Now I got a briefcase
Link up with my manager and
Talk about how these days
East Van on the cross
Call it bad religion and it's hot as hell
Cause we always sinnin'

Comin' out the number 5 orange
Strugglin' with demons, hidin' my horns
Standin' on a gritty block
Starin' at a city cop
He think I'm a gangster but
I know I'm really not
Cool kid but when I graduated
Class I bought a
Car and started hangin' with the bad guys
One love for all the people I put on for
I throw it up for y'all until
Both my fucking arms sore

From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for
Whatever's comin' down or I will be a cover
From whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then
I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask
You if you remember how we met?

Comin' out the backdoor of greenhouse
Sippin' on my JJ, cuttin' out a pom pom
Profit with a razor blade
Two halves crooked so you can see in one eye
Homie stopped in front of me
I am like "what up guy"?
He said he smelt a blunt
That ain't a good look
And if I ever wanna read he got a good book
Peace, shotgun in the whip
Message some bitches while the
Blunt still lit

Y'all on the side but the windows all tint
So I can see you but you can't see in here
The block hot but it cool in the coupe dude
I don't feel the flame like a fireman suit
Who, what, where, when, why
How he stay so cool?
Y'all need a plan B, hometown hate and
They say we got beef Vancouver bitch
I save on me

From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for
Whatever's comin' down or I will be a cover
From whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then
I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask
You if you remember how we met?