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[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & X Ambassadors]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Someone take me

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I didn’t power through the struggle
Just to let a little trouble, knock me out of my position
And interrupt the vision
After everything I witnessed, after all of these decisions
All these miles, feets, inches
They can’t add up to the distance
That I have been through, just to get to
A place where even if there’s no closure, I’m still safe
I still ache from trying to keep pace
Somebody give me a sign, I’m starting to lose faith

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Now tell me: how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?
How did I lose it when I was right there?
Now I’m so far that it feels like it’s all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair
I’m trying to find

[Chorus: X Ambassadors, Bebe Rexha & Machine Gun Kelly]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
(It’s been a long time coming)
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me
Home, home
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me
Home, home

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I been through so much pain
And it’s hard to maintain, any smile on my face
‘Cause there’s madness on my brain
So I gotta make it back, but my home ain’t on the map
Gotta follow what I’m feeling to discover where it’s at
I need the (memory)
In case this fate is forever, just to be sure these last days are better
And if I have any (enemies)
To give me the strength to look the devil in the face and make it home safe

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Now tell me: how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?
How did I lose it when I was right there?
Now I’m so far that it feels like it’s all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair
I’m trying to find

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & X Ambassadors]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Someone take me

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha & X Ambassadors]
I found no cure for the loneliness
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I’m all alone
I found no cure for the loneliness
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I’m all alone

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha]
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me
Take me home
Home, home (take me home)
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me (someone, someone)
Nothing here feels like home
Home, home
Someone take me

[Verse 1]
First time I tied a plastic worm and felt him on the other end
It was get the net, get him in the boat
Yeah buddy, I was hooked on it
First time I heard Chattahoochee on the speakers of my radio
I was topping off the tank on my old tune tone it
I was hooked on it

[Chorus]
Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
So many things where I grew up
Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
This small town life runs through my blood
And I’m hooked on it

[Verse 2]
The first time I got that Gulf Coast white sugar sand on my feet
Saw the sunshine dancing on that clear blue water
I was hooked on it
First time I pulled me a long neck bottle from the bottom of a bucket of ice
As soon as that cold beer hit my lips, I was hooked on it

[Chorus]
Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
So many things where I grew up
Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
This small town life runs through my blood
And I’m hooked on it
Come on!

[Bridge]
Like a Friday payday honky tonk buzz
I gotta have a little more of it just because
I keep coming back to the good stuff, ’cause I’m hooked on it

[Chorus]
Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
So many things where I grew up
Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
This small town life’s all in my blood
And I’m hooked on it
Yeah, I’m hooked on it
I’m hooked on it

[Hook] [Naledge]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse One: Naledge]
It’s like
Easy does it
This here be a doosie
My verbal treat a Double O snare like a floosy
Slide inside, then on to the next one
Spit that futuristic shit, George Jetson
Ultimate Fighter, ultimate writer
Stadium flow is made for cigarette lighters
Behind mics my live punch light
I’m Kimbo Slice
Invoke nice
Second to none
Bump gums like the set of Nick Teen
Nick Green with a sweeter sixteen and
Little Aaron Reed on MTV
Caviar in the form of an MP3
Made in conjunction with the real
Hand delivered down from Heaven underneath
Mr. Jabari Evans and

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From ATL to uh, VA and uh
Berlin to uh, Dub A and uh
Seattle to the H town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse Two: Phonte]
It’s Phon’
Tiggalo the show stopper
You and your crew look so opera
While I’m in Osaka
Lettin’ the beats bang till I’m hard of hearing
Make the ear-ring just like some door knockers
I always got to do my job and stay on top of my
It wasn’t written little nigga, it was prophesied
In ’03 I dropped The Listening and
It took me from Paris to New York to Michigan and
Niggas thought that we would get dropped
But I just made a pit stop
Re-tire like the Michelin Man
Now I’m back on the track like Ricky Bobby and I
Piss excellence, to step to this you outta your mind
Me and Naledge the team
It’s a movement but nah
We need class participation
Raise your hands to the sky
Let’s go

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse Three: Naledge]
A shot of brilliance
Chased with some excellence
Heavy on je ne sais quoi
Translation
I’m somethin’ like a star
When it comes to the verbal spar
Ride tracks sorta like a Nascar
Limited time only
?
Take a rain check on the lame trip
Catch me on the ? sippin’ Cabernet
Eatin’
Salmon fillet with peach jelly glaze
Strictly on some player shit
I’m not pardoning this
But I got no synonyms just to say the shit
I’m on my P’s & Q’s
Cross T’s, dot I’s
See the hunger runnin’ south side in my brown eyes
Not sayin’ that I was poor
But I was sayin’ I could always use more

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

All over the world

[Intro: Skeme]
I got
I got

[Chorus: Skeme & Kap G]
Aye
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks) i got big racks
On my head now

[Verse 1: Kap G]
I was tryna get it fuck a friend
We ain’t gettin money? come again now
I go KD when it’s for the win
Imma keep it solid til the end (for life)
Say you with me but really you pretend (you ain’t my brudda)
Pull up on your bitch she gon drop her pants down
Droptop imma pull up in a Benz (skrrr)
Swear i told them racks like i was Jim Brown

[Chorus: Skeme &: Kap G]
(i got big racks on my head) (i got a lotta)
(i got big racks on my head now) (ooooh)
(i got big racks on my head)
(i got big racks on my head now)
Aye
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks) i got big racks on my head now

[Verse 2: Kap G]
Focus tryna stack a million
Get rich or die tryin 50 cent
Many men many men many men
They don’t really wanna see yuh boy win
Ain’t have a check first
Had to flip first
Had a net work
To create my net worth
Getting cheese you know fool that work uh
Go to KOD she got that leg work
Yeah and i’m diving in head first (come here)
Yeah i just wanna see how the neck work (good brain)
Yeah i can’t wait to buy that red vert (skrrr)
Yeah i put them hours in no pat work

[Chorus: Skeme]
Aye
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks) i got on my head now

[Closing Chorus: Skeme & Kap G]
You gots a know gots a know
You gots a know gots a know
You gots a know gots a know
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now

[Intro: Skeme]
I got
I got

[Chorus: Skeme & Kap G]
Aye
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks) i got big racks
On my head now

[Verse 1: Kap G]
I was tryna get it fuck a friend
We ain’t gettin money? come again now
I go KD when it’s for the win
Imma keep it solid til the end (for life)
Say you with me but really you pretend (you ain’t my brudda)
Pull up on your bitch she gon drop her pants down
Droptop imma pull up in a Benz (skrrr)
Swear i told them racks like i was Jim Brown

[Chorus: Skeme &: Kap G]
(i got big racks on my head) (i got a lotta)
(i got big racks on my head now) (ooooh)
(i got big racks on my head)
(i got big racks on my head now)
Aye
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks) i got big racks on my head now

[Verse 2: Kap G]
Focus tryna stack a million
Get rich or die tryin 50 cent
Many men many men many men
They don’t really wanna see yuh boy win
Ain’t have a check first
Had to flip first
Had a net work
To create my net worth
Getting cheese you know fool that work uh
Go to KOD she got that leg work
Yeah and i’m diving in head first (come here)
Yeah i just wanna see how the neck work (good brain)
Yeah i can’t wait to buy that red vert (skrrr)
Yeah i put them hours in no pat work

[Chorus: Skeme]
Aye
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks i got big racks i got)
(i got big racks) i got on my head now

[Closing Chorus: Skeme & Kap G]
You gots a know gots a know
You gots a know gots a know
You gots a know gots a know
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now
I got big racks on my head
I got big racks on my head now