Kissed my mother on the cheek

Told her that her baby girl’d be back in like about week

But just a week turned into months

And pretty quickly I was living in a city

Full of subway trains and doped up veins, it hit me

See the days I was faded on a front porch breathing in the mission air

That’s what I long for

Sometimes I’m homesick wishing I had never left at all

Racing through my mind the numbers I got left to call

Gone for a minute I was on tour, still the kids on divis smoking kron 4

Ahhh and now I barely have the lungs for it

But you can tell me when to go, I still go dumb for it

And even six drinks in 5 am

In Brooklyn what the fuck you think I’m thinking?

Remember back no real plans

All I did was dumb shit with my real friends

Seems like all I do is work and then go out & party

Feel it tugging on my shirt a constant sense of heartache

Just been kicking up the dirt on the road this year

In my new home, but I barely know it here

See things used to be simple

Kinda like my life was written all up in pencil

But now it’s spilling everywhere in permanent ink

Climbing up high but sometimes it’s harder to breathe

Ah don’t get me wrong I like New York

I like to stay up fucking late

I like to sleep on random floors

I like the feeling that it’s cold as hell, that I really am alive

Had a dream that I could make it, swear to god I really might

It’s just well I’m missing home

Friday night wonder where my friends have gone

Probably out to the old spot

Did they forget about me, well I hope not