Fashawn - Going Home lyrics

I wrote this in Rotterdam, eating a Toblerone
Staring out a window, me and my mobile phone
Puffing on some endo
Feeling so far from home
And don't know why I'm complaining
Finally on my own about fifty - sixty days
How long have I been gone?
But who's counting
I just know it's been a little too long
And yet I'm travelling backpackin'
Far from packin'
Like an addict fucks to matter
This is madness no matter cause I

Won't be happy 'til I get home
Won't be happy until til I get home
Won't be happy until til I get
Ho oo oo oo oome

In the midst of moving too fast
I learn to take my time
This world can be hectic
You could get left behind
So we stress and let it eat us up from inside
You gotta get it off your chest
And keep it off your mind
Sometimes, I wonder will I see twenty-five?
What will I be in three
Years? Hopefully in my prime
Pray nothing happen like some static
I be strapped in case it happens
With a magnum for you maggots can't kick that

Sometimes I feel like I'm
Writing my life away
In the studio night and day, lighting haze
Spit it like I'm twice my age
And all I need is a mic and a stage
Some would say I ain't sane
Sick of these airplanes, automobiles
And these trains, shit
Maybe I'm right, then again, maybe I'm wrong
Another day 'nother song
Fuck I'm taking too long
I guess what happens some more madness
Automatic like I got it like an addict
I have it like some static as
Soon as I get home, yeah
Won't be happy until til I get home, yeah
Won't be happy until til I get home
Won't be happy until til I get
Ho oo oo oo oome, oh
Won't be happy until til I get home, yeah
Won't be happy until til I get
Ho oo oo oo oome, oh