Going Home

[Intro: Fashawn] I wrote this in Rotterdam, eating a Toblerone Staring out a window, me and my mobile phone Puffing on some endo, feeling so far from home And don't know why I'm complaining, finally on my own About fifty - sixty days, how long have I been gone? But who's counting, I just know it's been a little too long And yet I'm travelling backpackin' Far from packin' Like an addict fucks to matter, this is madness No matter cause I [Hook: Fashawn] Won't be happy 'til I get home Won't be happy until til I get home Won't be happy until til I get ho-oo-oo-oo-oome [Verse 1: Fashawn] In the midst of moving too fast, I learn to take my time This world can be hectic, you could get left behind So we stress and let it eat us up from inside You gotta get it off your chest and keep it off your mind Sometimes, I wonder will I see twenty-five? What will I be in three years? Hopefully in my prime Pray nothing happen like some static I be strapped in case it happens With a magnum for you maggots can't kick that [Hook: Fashawn] [Verse 2: Fashawn] Sometimes I feel like I'm writing my life away In the studio night and day, lighting haze Spit it like I'm twice my age And all I need is a mic and a stage Some would say I ain't sane Sick of these airplanes, automobiles and these trains, shit Maybe I'm right, then again, maybe I'm wrong Another day 'nother song, fuck I'm taking too long I guess what happens some more madness Automatic like I got it like an addict I have it like some static as soon as I get home, yeah Won't be happy until til I get home, yeah Won't be happy until til I get home Won't be happy until til I get ho-oo-oo-oo-oome, oh Won't be happy until til I get home, yeah Won't be happy until til I get ho-oo-oo-oo-oome, oh