Home now, I'm home now But I'm home now And I'm one of those lucky ones I've been roaming round the lost and found One more mile in my shoes Spoke my hearts when I had the mind to Lost my way, trying to find truth Cross my heart and I hope to make it

You can't always see me But you know that I'm always there When you see one shining Take it as mine And remember I'm always near If you see a comet Baby I'm on it Making my way back home It won't be long

After all this time I'm coming home to you 'Cause with all these things we do It don't matter when I'm coming home to you But with all that we've been through I reach towards the sky I've said my goodbyes My heart's always with you now I won't question

Deceiver of the gods! Asgard's always been my home But I'm of different blood I will overthrow the throne You all shall kneel to me! You all shall fall to me! Since I was born they have kept me down, They have forced me to conform.

You know I've been down for a minute And I've been tryna make my way home My way home, my way home And I done got way, way, way strong But I be on my way home I've been rollin' with 'em hitters And niggas wanna rob me, she wanna rob me My nigga, I've

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you'll no longer burn To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

I’m reaching for the door And I don’t understand why it has to be this way Lock the door, me in the closet But it’s just too hard on me, oh So come back home Picture of you in my pocket It’s all I really have left of you And it’s not enough to keep me

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad