9. Hate It But It’s Home
[Verse 1]
Feeling kinda random let me ramble it quick
The land of the sick, I spit like some sorta magical trick
Not some amateur tip, dip into some mystical fic
Ballistic missile rap and you couldn't unpickle a stick
Legit, I work hard, I get thrown into a rage
Play a free show in my town get flipped the finger on stage
Shrug it off in a haze, and you now blocked from my gaze
Even my emotions roll up in down like the rockin of waves
Give it a thumb, give it again, give it a one, give it a ten
Give me a gun, give me a pen, give it to dumb, ignorant men
With a tip of the glass, dip into buds of the grass
With buds from your class, to get the girls in love on a mast
When you Gotta live it up, and people will be people
Find love or a steeple some are good, and some are evil
You love to hate your home, and the way it breaks a track
Yet its always home, and it will always take you back
[Hook]
You know when the haters are getting in your zone
People comin over they wont leave your place alone
You had a little too many and someone takes your phone
The same old, same old, you hate it but is home
Every thief you meet will want to break your throne
Your family in your face when you wanna be alone
Some girls want the dollars, but never take a bone
The same old, same old, you hate it but its home
[Verse 2]
The same place, same chicks, amazing what a case splits
Burnin in your eyes similar to when the mace drips
Wasted, girl with the lips, lovin what the taste is
Face it, you’re high is like the magic from the mages
Pages, wrote when life has beat you into rages
Your Mind is racin, displacin from the cages
The old town kush as got my mind in places
High imagination, I fly with different races
Not traces of skin, a land of dragons and gin
If only I could tell you of all different places I been
But none sweeter than home, you know the theatre and dome
You know you could draw the map to where all the reefer is grown
Begin to remember all the things that were said as a teen
You find where you put yourself, with nothing left of a dream
Remember all the deeds, you count the years you've been clean
And You hate it but its home, with nothing pressed in between
[Hook]
You know when the haters are getting in your zone
People comin over they wont leave your place alone
You had a little too many and someone takes your phone
The same old, same old, you hate it but is home
Every thief you meet will want to break your throne
Your family in your face when you wanna be alone
Some girls want the dollars, but never take a bone
The same old, same old, you hate it but its home
[Verse 3]
You feel the truck pound, blastin from the sub sound
Kinda tipsy but yet I stay above ground
Before the sun dies, watchin as the mud flies
Roll with the high buds while we hold our Buds high
Bounce through the Berta with the sun on our back
The land of oil, snow and the storms come thunderin black
While your bumpin this track, keep the summer intact
What kind of papers do you want, I keep a bunch in a stack
And the ladies keep it going every season it seems
You know I Get the fire roarin, I'm a demon in jeans
And when it comes to the green, I am a weedin' machine
Its Inspiration for all pieces that you see on the screen
For all the drunken memories that have flattened to grey
We lift our glasses, and give thanks that it happened this way
It started back in the day, I could never pack it away
You love it cause its home, and you'll be glad that you stay
[Hook]
You know when the haters are getting in your zone
People comin over they wont leave your place alone
You had a little too many and someone takes your phone
The same old, same old, you hate it but is home
Every thief you meet will want to break your throne
Your family in your face when you wanna be alone
Some girls want the dollars, but never take a bone
The same old, same old, you hate it but its home