Going Home - Intellectual

[Intro: Fashawn]

I wrote this in Rotterdam, eating a Toblerone

Staring out a window, me and my mobile phone

Puffing on some endo, feeling so far from home

And don't know why I'm complaining, finally on my own

About fifty - sixty days, how long have I been gone?

But who's counting, I just know it's been a little too long

And yet I'm travelling backpackin'

Far from packin'

Like an addict fucks to matter, this is madness

No matter cause I

Won't be happy 'til I get home

Won't be happy until til I get home

Won't be happy until til I get ho-oo-oo-oo-oome

In the midst of moving too fast, I learn to take my time

This world can be hectic, you could get left behind

So we stress and let it eat us up from inside

You gotta get it off your chest and keep it off your mind

Sometimes, I wonder will I see twenty-five?

What will I be in three years? Hopefully in my prime

Pray nothing happen like some static

I be strapped in case it happens

With a magnum for you maggots can't kick that

Sometimes I feel like I'm writing my life away

In the studio night and day, lighting haze

Spit it like I'm twice my age

And all I need is a mic and a stage

Some would say I ain't sane

Sick of these airplanes, automobiles and these trains, shit

Maybe I'm right, then again, maybe I'm wrong

Another day 'nother song, fuck I'm taking too long

I guess what happens some more madness

Automatic like I got it like an addict

I have it like some static as soon as I get home, yeah

Won't be happy until til I get home, yeah

Won't be happy until til I get home

Won't be happy until til I get ho-oo-oo-oo-oome, oh

Won't be happy until til I get home, yeah

Won't be happy until til I get ho-oo-oo-oo-oome, oh