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letra de comin' home - purpose

[intro: joyride]
i’m comin’ home

[verse 1: purpose]
i’m just ridin’ ’round this country faded
except this time there’s a smile on my face
me and my brothers out chasing glory, we come to take it
it’s about time the underdog become the favourite
time withstands all, stand in amazement
“d-mn man, he insane, his track record’s amazin'”
put your hands up, we crashin’ the station
pirate radio, fashioned on frustration
she hate it when i go, she say the days just go so slow
“it’s so painful, ma, i know, but either way i gotta go”
it sound cold, right? but it ain’t like that
it ain’t like i’m goin’ nowhere, you know i’ll be right back
i know it seems like too
long on the road, no time for me and you
i’m out tryna make this dream come true
till then don’t sweat it mama, i’ma be home soon
come on and…

[chorus: joyride]
even though i’m gone for now
you’re never that far from my mind and how—
ever far i roam just know that
i’m comin’ home
even though i’m gone for now
you’re never that far from my mind and how—
ever far i roam just know that
i’m comin’ home

[verse 2: illy]
different city, different night, same vibe, same tight-
knit crew to slay within right two events in a room
i love this, any other reason wouldn’t do justice
to all the goodbye’s and dialled numbers
saying ‘i know that lately it’s only weekdays with ya
between three day benders and sleep, i ain’t give ya
the attention you deserve
but don’t ever question whether i’m aware of your worth
i work sure, but the work’s all for your legacy
thoughts of you when they mention me
through everything, no prettier sight then out the window
when the homeward bound flight descend from the east
high rise meets the sky, cement meets the beach
when i’m gone i’m just wettin’ my feet
don’t trip, my heart’s forever south of mcg
but it’s a privileged position i live it long distance
for those i wish were out here smashin’ sh-t with us, like

[verse 3: jimmy nice]
i’m a travelling man, with the wind in my sails
purps h-t me after work, told me “you got mail”
word, well i’m on the train with the freaks at the moment
back high with my feet up on the seats like i own it
i’m on the phone with my chick plannin’ our dinner
couple folks ask me how long i plan to be with her
well, that i don’t know flicking old photo’s
like “d-mn man, i kinda miss that man in the picture”
see i was only 1 when my mum and dad split up
but i know what it’s like to spend them nights alone
ain’t a soul i prefer in the whole wide world
but her to be waitin’ there when i get home
i put my city on my back on that microphone
now one day ringin’ bells like a xylophone
it’s grown man made, adelaide and melly in the house
old sydney town, and even though i’m gone for now

[outro: joyride]
i’m comin’ home, comin’ home
comin’ home
i’m comin’ home
i’m comin’ home, comin’ home
comin’ home
i’m comin’ home

- purpose

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