(Chorus: T11)

I'm intoxicated, just can't take it

Everyday of my life I feel like I'm fading

To a place I don't recognize or care to be

All this care free living don't scare a bone in me

I said I'm intoxicated, just can't take it

Everyday of my life I feel like I'm kinda famous

But I, don't wanna be, I don't wanna be. I just wanna go...

(Verse 1: T11)

Home to where my bed is, to where my heart lies

To where my chest gets big when I talk to bar flies

To where it's actually refreshing to sniff the outside

And on sunday mornings we like for go a drive

Where my shoes fit nice and everybody's polite

And I can say your girl's pretty without starting a fight

Because we all self aware and nobody is jealous

And she doesn't get mad when I kick it with the fellas

;Cause she knows that she's mine, and I know that I'm her's

And I've learned self expression through rappin' these words

And I've learned every situation doesn't have a cure

And I know I'm gonna make it through, at least I'm pretty sure

I've been gone for some time, just long enough to feel

That churning in my stomach is actually real

When I called home the other night, I felt it go away

I might be gone for some time, but ya know I can't stay

'Cause

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(Verse 2: T11)

Home to where the road knows only one path

To where my nose can tell me where exactly that I'm standing at

'Cause the familiar smells bring comforting feelings

Helps us forget that these prison cells even have ceilings

Helps us cope with the dealings, that we fight with till the dawn

Another late night bout, but when the day breaks I'm gone

We're all just pawns in the game

So I bury my emotions in the songs that I sing

And I... keep on singing

And my phone keeps ringing and my head keeps spinnin'

And I keep on thinking that there's somethin I'm forgetting

And it feels like we're winning but it's only the beginning

So it's, not time to pack yet

Another home cooked meal and I feel I'll be set

We made some memories that I'll never forget

As I turn to walk away I photograph your silhouette

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(Verse 3: T11)

Home to where the roof tops know all our stories

We can talk until the sun rise, it never gets boring

Pouring shots of our liquor, taking stabs at eachother

Paint the city with our stickers, roam the nights with your brothers

It's where we feel right and know that we belong

Where the people from your city write all your favorite songs

It's that place that makes you feel loved and appreciated

Like the way the sun sets after all the sheets I've raided

Home where we go when we've had enough

After our bellies have been stuffed off that other junk

It's a place where the rappers sell tapes out their trunk

Cuz the only store in town closed down last month

Home, I'm always tryin to get there in my dreams

'Cause the outside world ain't as sunny as it seems

It helps to talk about it, but forget what I said

'Cause this place that I speak of only exists in my head...

Only exists in my head, only exists in my head

I'm still trying to find my way home

I've been trying to find a way back home, back home