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letra de back home - gavin parished

[verse 1: dre wave$]

[hook: damon deion]
way back home, way back home, way back home yeah
tryna find my
way back home, way back home, way back home yeah

[verse 2: gavin parished]
back home, i been steady grinding
looking at the stars in their allignment
praying for a vision, looking for somebody’s guidance
my grandparents never wanted me to feel ashamed
of the name i had to bane, the tones within my veins
i’ve been feeling kinda hollow
had to go back home from my mission, no apollo
now that i’m back, i know what has to follow
flying to the top just like a mother f-cking swallow
macho, strong enough to hold the world up on my shoulders
the beholders shocked like i k!lled the king to dеthrone him
cause i’m out and about, i’m bilingual like a spion
raps so hard, i spit diamonds not nеon
little red kid, man who would’ve thought?
y’all pulling me up hand in hand like we all praying to god
my verses holy like christ
you f-ck with gp, might be blinded by the lights
of the almighty spirits within
my vibe perfect, i done found my zen
old needles in the base and blood across my face
going back home ain’t as easy as they say
but leaving seems harder every day that you stay
trapped in a box, i don’t need to pay for
past mistakes who’s ass i kicked straight out the door
i hung with my dawgs which did give me some closure
moving as a squad helps me keep my composure
now i’m feeling better, i recharged my battery
moving to the top, crackers saying it’s blasphemy
i don’t got no time for the nonbelievers
send you home cause my verses cold and give fevers
i ain’t with the disrespect, so don’t get checked
you coming to my block and we grabbing the tecs
you can bet we moving flat lines like jets, that’s gp
you’ll need an amb if you tryna play with me
[verse 3: damon deion]
coming back like i never left, resident to revenant
stumbling the streets to the beat of the reverends
snag a pamphlet with a foot in the sentiment
though my lap scented with a fifth of chanel again
relevant enough, had to vent just to relish it
not checking chequing, savings or the pen-a-shin
wild with amazement, i ain’t been deaded yet
razing the leaves, look how crisp the stem’ll get
petal to the medal on the track, fennel with the cracked peppercorns on the rack
records in the back playing mack and b.i.g., immaculate all i need is a slow cook on the crackling
i’m past my prime, but actioning
clapperboard underused with the ways that i’ve acted since
i’m back to it, hope mom and pop dont hand me l!cks
because of how the rap life led elders to stacks of bricks
homecoming in the front row but i know nothing
got my page on the wall there, just to show something
no more runnin, less its fortune 5’s, bring the zeroes up, tryna be columnized fore the year all up
and i pray that their eyes won’t tear all up
unless it’s fumes from the rides and the cribs that i buy them
cruising the 6 like we’re heading to the island
and the rent here still too d-mn high, the environment supplying
a rise in the lives not living cuz n0body hiring
the home’s where the high is, so find your supplier
a sight for the eyeses seekin out the shire
so go and find it
[hook: damon deion]
way back home, way back home, way back home yeah
tryna find my
way back home, way back home, way back home yeah

[verse 4: young wabo]

[verse 5: alma 16]

[verse 6: gavin parished]
i hate it so it’s nothing
back in this b-tch, i’m stunting
i’m something special, raw as f-ck
living legend, not made up
i had to remind y’all who’s track this is
this ain’t no joey and st–z b-tch
it’s the world against me
smeb and gp the new ye and mike dean
yes you did hear right, we hitting hard, on sight
this was never a fantasy, i stay having visions
hearing sounds i dreamt of way back as a kid sh-t
my dreams left my body, manifested reality
soon as bro agreed i had to change my mentality
even from the start i was never this inspired
therapy became the game so i changed my attire
because now i fit in like blocks in the round holes, wait
ain’t sh-t changed except how nice i play
going back home reminded me of who i was
now i won’t settle for less than the throne i belong on
[hook: damon deion]
way back home, way back home, way back home yeah
tryna find my
way back home, way back home, way back home yeah

- gavin parished

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