From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

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

I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends I'm losing touch Console me in my darkest hour But you made your way back home Could this be that the truth is always gray Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away Fill their

Make my way back home Looking for a sign of life Looking for something help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking 'cause I'm tired of trying I'm looking to the sky to save me When I learn to fly (high) When I learn to fly Fly along

Will live for you before I die But if I can I swear that I Maybe I said the right things wrong But one last shot was too far gone Maybe I pushed you way too far To pull you back from where you are Find my way home I’m out here on my own I’m giving it a

Hmhmhmhm ah ah I love him from the skin to my bones, ah But I don’t wanna miss home, ah There’s nothing to save and he knows, ah I’ll just runaway in the overnight "How long you leaving?" "Well Dad just don’t expect me back this evening Oh it could take

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

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

I don't want to be a restless soul Running on empty, burning up the road Never knowing what I'm trying to find While the wheels keep turning in the back of my mind I don't want to take the long way home Sleeping on the roadside, move along Heading about,

And I'll think about my life And wonder why, I'll slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around, right at the Georgia line And I count the days and the miles back home to you on that Highway 20 ride I ride east every other Friday but if I had it