Home Again ft. KO Lyrics

Walked around the simple sputter of the sickle sound

Up at music go round, where I can be found

Kick-flipping Downtown Stockton

Home of the glocks and shots poppin'

Obnoxious, ain't no way to stop it

Ah shit, here we go again

Listen to rhythm of the split dividends

Tip the Lipton tryna dip cheerio my friend

Man we're home again

As we stroll on in jazz steps one, two

Goin' with the wind in the winter's end

Got a cold shoulder eat a Snickers friend

Random with my written pen

Like an iPod on shuffle back in 2010

Then it lands on simple plan

When I was looking for zen

Listening to emo rock, lost around 2006

Been a long time but music is the constant

Win or lose, still shine, winter time still fine

These chill times mix hill climbs

And grill time make real lines

Still feel fine grape peel wine

No hops-in still ill mind

These chill times mix hill climbs

And grill time make real lines

Still feel fine grape peel wine

No hops-in still ill mind

Alone, I have these thoughts all night

And no control

So please, have mercy on me

Mercy on me

I'm on that 2023 dropping beats

Talking shit human centipede

Just so you'll remember me

All this pride, watch me

I bomb beats Nagasaki

Hard as steel atoms then dip out eatin' Wasabi

On a Kawasaki, Parker next to the curb and dodge the paparazzi

Got pop like Pappalardo, my steez is never sloppy

Can never stop me when it's third gear

Mobbin' Mojave, hot as Ohtani

Swingin' like Ducatis

Or palm trees, in the middle of palm springs

Melt the cheese on salami

You got something to eat up in there?

We stay hungry, we stay hungry, we stay hungry

Seeking the drum, pump the pattern it's okay

From teething a tempo and playing it both ways

On hand and on foot first then fell back to crawlin'

To fantasize about the cymbals I'm all in

Rat-at-at, kill the grip with the stick height

Man it's mad, it was 6th grade insight

Drum set, double bass, click track copy paste

Fish that sample deep down in a hollow lake

Kick snare copy that, grew up on some hobby rap

Calvin Hobbes all of that, cauterize the cataracts

And laugh back at the ash as it rise up

See the problems dissipate up inside of us

We can have that energy if we just try

Why'd I switch to we? Because I'm tired of I

I'm sick of fight or flight, the systems bound to die

The limbic wishin' for a drum set or mountain high

The climb is beautiful, if you just let it be

I'm still working on it, elevate eventually