Always Coming Back Home To You Lyrics
| Song | Always Coming Back Home To You |
| Artist | Atmosphere |
| Album | Seven's Travels |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ant, Slug | |
| To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers | |
| To emo kids that got too many feelings | |
| He held the register open while he counted her change | |
| I was next in line which meant | |
| I was invisible | |
| From where | |
| I stood I could see that the till was full | |
| He didn't look the type to play superhero | |
| So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes | |
| Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath | |
| Bangles in my head, shake the song off | |
| Another manic | |
| Monday night, its gonna be a long walk | |
| A car pulled up, a fixed up | |
| CutlassA woman and a child climbed out and left it running | |
| They went inside of the deli, placed an order | |
| With the extra dollar fifty bottled water 'cuz the daughter'spicky | |
| When they came out mommy gave me a glance | |
| That said, man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance | |
| Already knew the deal, | |
| I lit one up and walk, | |
| So they got back in the | |
| Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off. | |
| Thug love on the corner by the | |
| Walgreen's | |
| Looking at me like | |
| I'm just another square saltine | |
| As I get closer | |
| I notice that they showing each other sketches | |
| Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots | |
| I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce | |
| Swear to God hip-hop and comic books was my genesis! | |
| Respect the life and the fashions of the children | |
| It's the only culture | |
| I've got, exactly what we've been building | |
| All of a sudden | |
| I'm in front of some man | |
| No he's a young'in but he's got a gun in his hand | |
| He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid | |
| Immediately apprehensive 'til | |
| I heard him say"Do you want this? It's not mine, I promise!I found it on my block in between a couple garages!Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over!I don't even know how to hold it!" | |
| It was a thirty-eight, the poor man's machete | |
| Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier thenexpected,wedged it behind my belt buckleknowing that it's evil, even thought that | |
| I could smell troublethe extra strength felt weak,but over there on the corner saw what | |
| I needed and proceeded tocross thestreetput the heat in the mail box to loose itfigured that the post office knows what's best to do with it | |
| Mosey down the road thinkin' 'bout the old, | |
| I used to roam this zone with two feet of snow | |
| Right here, this used to be a record shop | |
| I've gotten love, | |
| I've gotten drunk, | |
| I've gotten beat up in thatparking lot. | |
| I've had my | |
| Lake Street pride for three decades | |
| These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days | |
| Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave, | |
| All the way to the grave, | |
| South Side is my resting place | |
| Took a right on | |
| Lyndale, I'm getting near | |
| But then the road became empty and the people disappeared. | |
| The clouds ran away, opened up the sky | |
| And one by one | |
| I watched every constellation die | |
| And there | |
| I was frozen, standing in my backyard | |
| Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star | |
| I should've known, walked all the way home | |
| To find that she wasn't here, | |
| I'm still all alone | |
| No matter where | |
| I am, no matter what | |
| I do,I'm always coming back home to you. | |
| They can leave me for dead, they can take away my true, | |
| I'm always coming back home to you. | |
| Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew, | |
| I'm always coming back home to you. | |
| As sure as the life in the garden that you grew, | |
| I'm always coming back home to you. | |
| No matter where | |
| I am, no matter what | |
| I do,I'm always coming back home to you. | |
| If only I had known what you already knew, | |
| I'm always coming back home to you. | |
| From the heaven | |
| I've had to the hell | |
| I been through, | |
| I'm always coming back home to you | |
| I wanted to make a song about where | |
| I'm fromYou know | |
| Big ups my hometown | |
| My territory, | |
| My state, but, | |
| I couldn't figure out much to brag about, | |
| Well, Prince lives here! | |
| We got ten thousand lakes! | |
| But wait,The women are beautiful! | |
| To me they are... | |
| And we're not infested | |
| With pretentious movie stars... | |
| And it hit me, man, | |
| Minnesota is dope | |
| If only simply for not what we have | |
| But what we don't | |
| Its all fair | |
| It ain't out there! | |
| It's in there! | |
| It's in the mirror, | |
| Behind the breast, | |
| Under the hair!"Follow the dream," | |
| Doesn't mean leave the love | |
| Roam if you must, but come home when you've seen enough | |
| I love New | |
| York and "Cali" | |
| But I ain't movin', | |
| Too over-populated | |
| Saturated with humans | |
| And I'm not big on rappers, actors, or models, | |
| If I had to dip, | |
| I'd probably skip to | |
| Chicago.None of thisis a diss, | |
| No one,No where, | |
| Like damn | |
| I'm from Minnesota | |
| Land of the cold air | |
| Too many mosquitoes and a fair share of egos | |
| But like my man | |
| Sabe says"That's where my mommy stays!" | |
| So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell 'em where you live | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| If you're from the | |
| Midwest and it doesn't matter where | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| If you can drink tap water and breathe the air | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| Got trees and vegetation in the | |
| City I stay | |
| The rent's in the mail | |
| And I can always find a parking space | |
| The women out number the men two to one | |
| Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son | |
| The night life ain't all that, | |
| But that's okay, | |
| I don't need to be distracted by the devil everyday! | |
| And the jobs ain't really hard to find, | |
| In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme! | |
| This is for everyone around the planet | |
| That wishes they were from somewhere other than where | |
| They're standing, | |
| Don't take it for granted. | |
| Instead, take a look around, | |
| Quit complaining and build something on that ground! | |
| Plant something on that ground! | |
| Dance and sleep on that ground! | |
| Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk | |
| Around the ground! | |
| Make a family! | |
| Make magic! | |
| Make a mess! | |
| Take the stress, | |
| Fill your motivation, | |
| And build your nest! | |
| It sucks that you think where | |
| I'm from is whack, | |
| But as long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back. | |
| And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm he says"I beg your pardon, but this is my secret garden!" | |
| So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell 'em where you live | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| If you're from the | |
| Midwest and it doesn't matter where | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| If you can drink tap water and breathe the air | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| If the playground is clear of stems and syringes | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| And if there's only one store in your town that sells twelve-inches | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| If no one in your crew walks around with a gun | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." | |
| And if you ain't gonna leave 'cause this is where you're from | |
| Say "shh...", say "shh.." |
| zuo ci : Ant, Slug | |
| To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers | |
| To emo kids that got too many feelings | |
| He held the register open while he counted her change | |
| I was next in line which meant | |
| I was invisible | |
| From where | |
| I stood I could see that the till was full | |
| He didn' t look the type to play superhero | |
| So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes | |
| Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath | |
| Bangles in my head, shake the song off | |
| Another manic | |
| Monday night, its gonna be a long walk | |
| A car pulled up, a fixed up | |
| CutlassA woman and a child climbed out and left it running | |
| They went inside of the deli, placed an order | |
| With the extra dollar fifty bottled water ' cuz the daughter' spicky | |
| When they came out mommy gave me a glance | |
| That said, man can love an angel but he' s got to take the chance | |
| Already knew the deal, | |
| I lit one up and walk, | |
| So they got back in the | |
| Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off. | |
| Thug love on the corner by the | |
| Walgreen' s | |
| Looking at me like | |
| I' m just another square saltine | |
| As I get closer | |
| I notice that they showing each other sketches | |
| Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots | |
| I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce | |
| Swear to God hiphop and comic books was my genesis! | |
| Respect the life and the fashions of the children | |
| It' s the only culture | |
| I' ve got, exactly what we' ve been building | |
| All of a sudden | |
| I' m in front of some man | |
| No he' s a young' in but he' s got a gun in his hand | |
| He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid | |
| Immediately apprehensive ' til | |
| I heard him say" Do you want this? It' s not mine, I promise! I found it on my block in between a couple garages! Didn' t wanna leave it for a child to stumble over! I don' t even know how to hold it!" | |
| It was a thirtyeight, the poor man' s machete | |
| Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it' s heavier thenexpected, wedged it behind my belt buckleknowing that it' s evil, even thought that | |
| I could smell troublethe extra strength felt weak, but over there on the corner saw what | |
| I needed and proceeded tocross thestreetput the heat in the mail box to loose itfigured that the post office knows what' s best to do with it | |
| Mosey down the road thinkin' ' bout the old, | |
| I used to roam this zone with two feet of snow | |
| Right here, this used to be a record shop | |
| I' ve gotten love, | |
| I' ve gotten drunk, | |
| I' ve gotten beat up in thatparking lot. | |
| I' ve had my | |
| Lake Street pride for three decades | |
| These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days | |
| Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave, | |
| All the way to the grave, | |
| South Side is my resting place | |
| Took a right on | |
| Lyndale, I' m getting near | |
| But then the road became empty and the people disappeared. | |
| The clouds ran away, opened up the sky | |
| And one by one | |
| I watched every constellation die | |
| And there | |
| I was frozen, standing in my backyard | |
| Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star | |
| I should' ve known, walked all the way home | |
| To find that she wasn' t here, | |
| I' m still all alone | |
| No matter where | |
| I am, no matter what | |
| I do, I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| They can leave me for dead, they can take away my true, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| As sure as the life in the garden that you grew, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| No matter where | |
| I am, no matter what | |
| I do, I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| If only I had known what you already knew, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| From the heaven | |
| I' ve had to the hell | |
| I been through, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you | |
| I wanted to make a song about where | |
| I' m fromYou know | |
| Big ups my hometown | |
| My territory, | |
| My state, but, | |
| I couldn' t figure out much to brag about, | |
| Well, Prince lives here! | |
| We got ten thousand lakes! | |
| But wait, The women are beautiful! | |
| To me they are... | |
| And we' re not infested | |
| With pretentious movie stars... | |
| And it hit me, man, | |
| Minnesota is dope | |
| If only simply for not what we have | |
| But what we don' t | |
| Its all fair | |
| It ain' t out there! | |
| It' s in there! | |
| It' s in the mirror, | |
| Behind the breast, | |
| Under the hair!" Follow the dream," | |
| Doesn' t mean leave the love | |
| Roam if you must, but come home when you' ve seen enough | |
| I love New | |
| York and " Cali" | |
| But I ain' t movin', | |
| Too overpopulated | |
| Saturated with humans | |
| And I' m not big on rappers, actors, or models, | |
| If I had to dip, | |
| I' d probably skip to | |
| Chicago. None of thisis a diss, | |
| No one, No where, | |
| Like damn | |
| I' m from Minnesota | |
| Land of the cold air | |
| Too many mosquitoes and a fair share of egos | |
| But like my man | |
| Sabe says" That' s where my mommy stays!" | |
| So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell ' em where you live | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you' re from the | |
| Midwest and it doesn' t matter where | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you can drink tap water and breathe the air | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| Got trees and vegetation in the | |
| City I stay | |
| The rent' s in the mail | |
| And I can always find a parking space | |
| The women out number the men two to one | |
| Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son | |
| The night life ain' t all that, | |
| But that' s okay, | |
| I don' t need to be distracted by the devil everyday! | |
| And the jobs ain' t really hard to find, | |
| In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme! | |
| This is for everyone around the planet | |
| That wishes they were from somewhere other than where | |
| They' re standing, | |
| Don' t take it for granted. | |
| Instead, take a look around, | |
| Quit complaining and build something on that ground! | |
| Plant something on that ground! | |
| Dance and sleep on that ground! | |
| Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk | |
| Around the ground! | |
| Make a family! | |
| Make magic! | |
| Make a mess! | |
| Take the stress, | |
| Fill your motivation, | |
| And build your nest! | |
| It sucks that you think where | |
| I' m from is whack, | |
| But as long as that' s enough to keep your ass from coming back. | |
| And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm he says" I beg your pardon, but this is my secret garden!" | |
| So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell ' em where you live | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you' re from the | |
| Midwest and it doesn' t matter where | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you can drink tap water and breathe the air | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If the playground is clear of stems and syringes | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if there' s only one store in your town that sells twelveinches | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If no one in your crew walks around with a gun | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if you ain' t gonna leave ' cause this is where you' re from | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." |
| zuò cí : Ant, Slug | |
| To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers | |
| To emo kids that got too many feelings | |
| He held the register open while he counted her change | |
| I was next in line which meant | |
| I was invisible | |
| From where | |
| I stood I could see that the till was full | |
| He didn' t look the type to play superhero | |
| So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes | |
| Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath | |
| Bangles in my head, shake the song off | |
| Another manic | |
| Monday night, its gonna be a long walk | |
| A car pulled up, a fixed up | |
| CutlassA woman and a child climbed out and left it running | |
| They went inside of the deli, placed an order | |
| With the extra dollar fifty bottled water ' cuz the daughter' spicky | |
| When they came out mommy gave me a glance | |
| That said, man can love an angel but he' s got to take the chance | |
| Already knew the deal, | |
| I lit one up and walk, | |
| So they got back in the | |
| Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off. | |
| Thug love on the corner by the | |
| Walgreen' s | |
| Looking at me like | |
| I' m just another square saltine | |
| As I get closer | |
| I notice that they showing each other sketches | |
| Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots | |
| I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce | |
| Swear to God hiphop and comic books was my genesis! | |
| Respect the life and the fashions of the children | |
| It' s the only culture | |
| I' ve got, exactly what we' ve been building | |
| All of a sudden | |
| I' m in front of some man | |
| No he' s a young' in but he' s got a gun in his hand | |
| He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid | |
| Immediately apprehensive ' til | |
| I heard him say" Do you want this? It' s not mine, I promise! I found it on my block in between a couple garages! Didn' t wanna leave it for a child to stumble over! I don' t even know how to hold it!" | |
| It was a thirtyeight, the poor man' s machete | |
| Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it' s heavier thenexpected, wedged it behind my belt buckleknowing that it' s evil, even thought that | |
| I could smell troublethe extra strength felt weak, but over there on the corner saw what | |
| I needed and proceeded tocross thestreetput the heat in the mail box to loose itfigured that the post office knows what' s best to do with it | |
| Mosey down the road thinkin' ' bout the old, | |
| I used to roam this zone with two feet of snow | |
| Right here, this used to be a record shop | |
| I' ve gotten love, | |
| I' ve gotten drunk, | |
| I' ve gotten beat up in thatparking lot. | |
| I' ve had my | |
| Lake Street pride for three decades | |
| These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days | |
| Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave, | |
| All the way to the grave, | |
| South Side is my resting place | |
| Took a right on | |
| Lyndale, I' m getting near | |
| But then the road became empty and the people disappeared. | |
| The clouds ran away, opened up the sky | |
| And one by one | |
| I watched every constellation die | |
| And there | |
| I was frozen, standing in my backyard | |
| Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star | |
| I should' ve known, walked all the way home | |
| To find that she wasn' t here, | |
| I' m still all alone | |
| No matter where | |
| I am, no matter what | |
| I do, I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| They can leave me for dead, they can take away my true, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| As sure as the life in the garden that you grew, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| No matter where | |
| I am, no matter what | |
| I do, I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| If only I had known what you already knew, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you. | |
| From the heaven | |
| I' ve had to the hell | |
| I been through, | |
| I' m always coming back home to you | |
| I wanted to make a song about where | |
| I' m fromYou know | |
| Big ups my hometown | |
| My territory, | |
| My state, but, | |
| I couldn' t figure out much to brag about, | |
| Well, Prince lives here! | |
| We got ten thousand lakes! | |
| But wait, The women are beautiful! | |
| To me they are... | |
| And we' re not infested | |
| With pretentious movie stars... | |
| And it hit me, man, | |
| Minnesota is dope | |
| If only simply for not what we have | |
| But what we don' t | |
| Its all fair | |
| It ain' t out there! | |
| It' s in there! | |
| It' s in the mirror, | |
| Behind the breast, | |
| Under the hair!" Follow the dream," | |
| Doesn' t mean leave the love | |
| Roam if you must, but come home when you' ve seen enough | |
| I love New | |
| York and " Cali" | |
| But I ain' t movin', | |
| Too overpopulated | |
| Saturated with humans | |
| And I' m not big on rappers, actors, or models, | |
| If I had to dip, | |
| I' d probably skip to | |
| Chicago. None of thisis a diss, | |
| No one, No where, | |
| Like damn | |
| I' m from Minnesota | |
| Land of the cold air | |
| Too many mosquitoes and a fair share of egos | |
| But like my man | |
| Sabe says" That' s where my mommy stays!" | |
| So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell ' em where you live | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you' re from the | |
| Midwest and it doesn' t matter where | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you can drink tap water and breathe the air | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| Got trees and vegetation in the | |
| City I stay | |
| The rent' s in the mail | |
| And I can always find a parking space | |
| The women out number the men two to one | |
| Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son | |
| The night life ain' t all that, | |
| But that' s okay, | |
| I don' t need to be distracted by the devil everyday! | |
| And the jobs ain' t really hard to find, | |
| In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme! | |
| This is for everyone around the planet | |
| That wishes they were from somewhere other than where | |
| They' re standing, | |
| Don' t take it for granted. | |
| Instead, take a look around, | |
| Quit complaining and build something on that ground! | |
| Plant something on that ground! | |
| Dance and sleep on that ground! | |
| Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk | |
| Around the ground! | |
| Make a family! | |
| Make magic! | |
| Make a mess! | |
| Take the stress, | |
| Fill your motivation, | |
| And build your nest! | |
| It sucks that you think where | |
| I' m from is whack, | |
| But as long as that' s enough to keep your ass from coming back. | |
| And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm he says" I beg your pardon, but this is my secret garden!" | |
| So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell ' em where you live | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you' re from the | |
| Midwest and it doesn' t matter where | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If you can drink tap water and breathe the air | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If the playground is clear of stems and syringes | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if there' s only one store in your town that sells twelveinches | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| If no one in your crew walks around with a gun | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." | |
| And if you ain' t gonna leave ' cause this is where you' re from | |
| Say " shh...", say " shh.." |
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