Sam Lachow - Good To Be Home ft. Ariana DeBoo & Elan Wright

[Intro]
Whoo! Hahaha
Come On!
Iiiii'm baaack
Alright, Ok Hahaha

[Verse 1]
So can I
Take it back to the days
I learned how to make a rap
Bumpin' Eminem had me cussin hella
And singin (WHAOGH)
Partyin and stupid as hell
Some W's and some L's
Runnin and movin with hella dudes
That will soon'n up in jail
Three-Six and nicotine up with kings yo
I used to have that Paul Wall
And Nelly song as my ringtone
Finish up on my cover
Printin' up like a hundred
Dippin out of the Kinkos
We ever pay? I don't think so
Growin' up forever young
And thinkin' nothing ends
No haters left for me Dawg
I just miss my fuckin' friends
I used to trip out and think
Like what if you listened to me
What type of person little Quincy would be
Now I'm sniffin' to see
The women that seem to be chasin after
The man that I am but their
Just trying to poison the rapper
I love Manhattan
But realize I got no choice in the matter
Whoo! You're boy's back in Seattle
I'm 'bout to fuck shit up!

[Chorus]
Hop in my plane
You know damn well why we came
I might have been away
But I made it back all the same
It feels good to be home, la-da-da-da-da
It feels good to be home, da-da-da-da-da (da-da-da)

[Verse 2]
Uh, Yippee-yo Yippee-Yay
It's Friday and I'm cooked like a fired steak
And my eyes are lookin' like fried eggs
Ride braid(?)
I'm late again and my band's mad
Eyes roll, brain farts, face melts, hand snags
Bought flowers out from vandals (?)
I'm handling all my business in bed
And finishing texts to all seven Mrs
I met while sippin bev-erages
Cooler than ten fridges I bet
While my eyes are hanging
Lower than net-misses(?)
If you don't get it don't listen
No, no, no, I'm joking, I'm joking
I'm kidding, I'm kidding
This shit for everybody
Never been here dreamin of profit
I'm pulling things out my noggin
Don't need a theme or a topic
I'm leanin a rocket
Stop feenin for more women and cheddar and chips
Look around you there's nothing better than this
It took a minute to get it
But now I feel I got the fact of the matter
You're boy's back in Seattle
I'm 'bout to fuck shit up!

[Chorus]
Hop in my plane
You know damn well why we came
I might have been away
But I made it back all the same
It feels good to be home, la-da-da-da-da
(It Feels GOOD! Ha)
It feels good to be home, la-da-da-da-da (da-da-da)
(Seattle)

[Outro]
Hop in my plane
You know damn well why we came
I might have been away
But I made it back all the same

We came to fuck shit up
It feels good to be home