Stanky Ripe

[Verse 1]
So let it hit like it's supposed to, babe
Ya know the evenin' is a hell of a drug
Treat the rhythm like a secret, babe
I'ma try my best to try to cover it up
It sounds like "Turn out the lights, sit back and float downstream"
Takes you 'til twenty-two to understand what that even begins to mean

[Chorus]
And now you know
Singin' "I'm not goin' home"
I'm feelin' it like I'm the only one
No, singin' "I'm not goin' home"
I wanna hear a little horse play a little trombone

[Verse 2]
Out of the suburbs with a strange ambition
To warp the definition of feelin' alive
Feelin' like an amateur at a track meet
Top speed barely enough to fall behind
I consider this a game of distance
And if that's the case, it's a matter of time
I'ma keep hummin' in search of a megaphone
Sharpenin' these edges of these dreams of mine

[Chorus]
And I'ma sing "I'm not going home"
I'm feelin' it like I'm the only one
And oh, I'm not goin' home
Somebody please