Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

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

Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin'

And I'll never be the same And I never saw you coming This is a state of grace This is the worthwhile fight Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right I'm walking fast through the traffic lights Busy streets and busy lives

A-coming to me Well there were days I can tell you quite honestly A-running through me I'm watching the movie go down Around, about me I'm watching the merry-go-round Go down about me. I said, "Lovers, you're needed in the garden 'Cause there's a lot of

Yeah, I'm always Pickin' up what I can't put down And it's all or nothin' So keep it comin' Let that feelin' run through my veins Ain't no stoppin', keep on rockin', yeah It seems I'm always Pickin' up what I can't put, can't put, can't put down I knew

Welcome back You're rocking straight through midnight with me Dojo Daniel We got a triple shot of Mac DeMarco Coming at ya Stuffing it down the chute

Here to stay Even when I'm gone When I close my eyes Through the passage of time Kings never die I can hear the drummer drumming And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know something's coming But I'm running from it to be standing at the

Guitar comin' through the speakers, That song you never wanna end, Gimme some of that you and me, Some of that way back when, A little bit of wild and free I wanna feel that again A river in July, two kids on summer break, Another record high, clothes