Homecoming Tom MacDonald
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[Intro]
Ya dig?
Seems like every time I come home I have to ask myself where home is
[Verse 1]
Coming out the opposite of West side, still bang 2Pac
Three dollar breakfast, Bond's is the food spot
East Van where it rain through the rooftop, puttin' out your cigarette and messin' up your boombox
Sippin' out a paper bag, old wooden front porch
Kickin' freestyles while the blunt pass back and forth
Old man with a shoppin' lot closet
Give em all my empties and a dollar from my pocket
[Verse 2]
He said the Lord comin' and he can't wait, so I tell him if he does it it'll be ok
Comin' out of Joe's Cafе with a cup of that mafia coffee
Where are my Italians at?
Drug dеalers think I'm moving on they territory
I guess they dug up the past that I had buried for me
And I have temptations but I'm not very Gordie
I am Vancouver; Edmonton, I am very sorry
[Chorus]
From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for whatever's comin' down
Or I will be a cover from whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask you if you remember how we met?
Ya dig?
Seems like every time I come home I have to ask myself where home is
[Verse 1]
Coming out the opposite of West side, still bang 2Pac
Three dollar breakfast, Bond's is the food spot
East Van where it rain through the rooftop, puttin' out your cigarette and messin' up your boombox
Sippin' out a paper bag, old wooden front porch
Kickin' freestyles while the blunt pass back and forth
Old man with a shoppin' lot closet
Give em all my empties and a dollar from my pocket
[Verse 2]
He said the Lord comin' and he can't wait, so I tell him if he does it it'll be ok
Comin' out of Joe's Cafе with a cup of that mafia coffee
Where are my Italians at?
Drug dеalers think I'm moving on they territory
I guess they dug up the past that I had buried for me
And I have temptations but I'm not very Gordie
I am Vancouver; Edmonton, I am very sorry
[Chorus]
From the city where I come from
The town that I put on for
I'll be your umbrella for whatever's comin' down
Or I will be a cover from whatever's blowin' up
And if you scared of heights then I will be your stuntman
Is this a bad time to say that I got you?
Is this a bad time to be your friend?
Is it the wrong time for me to ask you if you remember how we met?
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