作曲 : Tom Misch/Barney Artist/Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Kristian Revelle 作词 : Tom Misch/Barney Artist/Benjamin Coyle-Larner/Kristian Revelle I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song And hands up if you rep your home And hands up if you rep your home Hands up if you rep your home And hands up if you rep your home I’m from the Eastside of the city Where things are known to go down Spit a round with my lyrics I’m hitting it from the ground Let me pound Barney Artist rep that Eastside B Forest Gate is the ends and it’s inside me Street by street Let the bars invigorate your flow When I spit it from the road They’re yelling “Barney let’s go” Let me flow Spitting my zone Barney repping my home Never lone I’m keeping the fire pass me the coal Life's a journey so making friends is the best vibe Home is somewhere where you’re spending the best time, oh Always chilling with my G's In the East Grab a falafel try eating peace Let me speak what I see, uh See what I speak When I'm breathing on beats Keep my cypher complete, uh Eastside is where I call home Come to ends fam I’ll show you where I roam I kinda miss the days when we would roam Parkside café stores, then back to mine Almost every time What a sweet, sweet day to roam Golden undertones Oh, it’s good to be home Oh, it’s good to be home Mmm I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song And hands up if you rep your home And hands up if you rep your home Hands up if you rep your home And hands up if you rep your home Uh, yeah Yo, I would show you how I live Uh, if I wasn't sat outside the crib (for ****’s sake) I left my keys and my misses by the fridge But no joke I be penning this lyric by the bridge Uh, that's how it is Yo, It's like I live a double life I'm feeling like I'm 40 Kids and a troubled wife They wake up by the side Wonder what the day becomes I dance between my big mothers and my baby ones I used to play in slums Now I gotta pay the sums Three different cribs and ain't got time just to stay in one I hope this payment comes So I can change the radiator for the neighbor's one And maybe get the glazing done I'm young But you can see what I'm becoming Been the mouth of the south ever since I was a youngin' Uh I need a place to call my own For the days that I'm alone But like the beat yo I just keep running I kinda miss the days when we would roll Parkside café stores, then back to mine Almost every time What a sweet, sweet day to roam Golden undertones Oh, it’s good to be home Oh, it’s good to be home Mmm I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song And hands up if you rep your home And hands up if you rep your home Hands up if you rep your home And hands up if you rep your home Check For me home is just a place where all the traveling stops A place to rest, lay in my nest before I’m hatching the plot Seems easy but it’s actually not It’s hard to function when the time zone’s dropping like a Jack-in-the-box Not the trials and tribulations of an average job But more rewarding Tour’s exhausting but it’s important So I’m all in And if home is truly where the heart is Then my heart’s a moving target ‘Cause I be daily departing And I could write a book about the cities I’m seeing But I’ll be forever keeping London city supreme Though I never pay attention to the postcode walls Barely at home to check the post no more Always on the move I’m on the mission to deliver what they ask for Looking at the past through the stickers on my passport Circle the Earth for whatever it’s worth By representing to the death of me the place I was birthed forever I kinda miss the days when we would roll Parkside café stores, then back to mine Almost every time What a sweet, sweet day to roam Golden undertones Oh, it’s good to be home