[Intro: Jerry Ess]

I'm home, I'm home, I'm home

[Verse 1: Braidz]

I was young when my Mum and my Dad split

Mum fell in love with a maggot

So we were never really close like rust on a magnet

Threw her son to an addict so I never really had shit

Puffing the dragon, or he'd get it from the needle

Shit you bet i see you, try get back in my scene

Best believe that your kid will come and beat you

Now I just feel the rhythm of the beat dude, it soothes the soul

Was on some hard shit, dark shit, strangling on Bart shit

Porsah Laine and Drapht shit - Lose Control

My new resolves to do these songs

Til they feel it through their ears like Flus and colds, music, phones

And Braidz is all around like The Truman Show and human drones

Here to nuke the throne, now this king is the bomb

I've been acting confused... Like where's the lyricists gone?

Dwayne Johnson steeze now, kid I'mma rock

Till they're calling me for trips 'cause I hit em with drops

And the whole crowds singing along

[Hook: Jerry Ess]

I've got no time to say why do I feel alone?

I'll be fine anyway you can lead me through all

These streets give, through all I need

No matter wherever I am I'm Home

I'm Home, I'm Home

[Verse 2: Braidz]

Now they know what my story is I'm ready to burst fire

It's about to get messy like a veteran turf miner

Salty fucks miss me with ya sex on the surf style

Hold square, this ain't a game of Tekken, you verse fighters

Burnt types who were hyped but left in the third cycle

Say what you want but I've never been hurt by a

Ketamine thirst rhymer or venomous word writer

Because ever since I stepped on this earth guy I

Been killing it, I can go for days

Born to hit gold, like an open vein

When I crack and pour out like a broken drain

You'll notice Braidz when I stoke the flame

Till I'm higher than the highest like we smoking strain

[Hook: Jerry Ess]

I've got no time to say why do I feel alone?

I'll be fine anyway you can lead me through all

These streets give, through all I need

No matter wherever I am I'm Home

I'm Home, I'm Home

[Verse 3: Braidz]

If you ain't putting on a show then what you rapping for?

I see your wack performance standing staunch, back n' forth, yap and talk

Anti-gun, can't clap at ya'll, I guarantor your fans are bored

You 'bout to be outperformed by Melbournes sorta' Macklemore

Camera stores' the only time you fuck with the clique

Stack of swords the only thing that's sharper than this

My circle dope like we puff, puff, passing the spliff

Your circle dope like you junk cunts touched a syringe

It's luck of the dip, my whole damn family is irish

Man wanna try me you be E.R'd like why cabbies are rioting

My fans are all hiding someone must've sent Hansen to find em...

Why?

'Cause they said they fucked with the kid

I'm back in love with this shit - no scat phobia

So my crowds heavy mobbing now - fat Tony bruh

On some station bomb steeze - my tracks blowing up

Feel I'm finally welcome not some act opener and I'm home

[Hook: Jerry Ess]

I've got no time to say why do I feel alone?

I'll be fine anyway you can lead me through all

These streets give, through all I need

No matter wherever I am I'm home

I'm home, I'm home

[Bridge: Jerry Ess]

I'm home

These streets give, through all I need

No matter wherever I am I'm home

I'm home, I'm home