歌曲 | Always Coming Back Home To You |
歌手 | Atmosphere |
专辑 | Seven's Travels |
下载 | 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.." |