Good to Be Home - Barney Artist, Tom Misch, Loyle Carner

I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from

We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song

And hands up if you rep your home

And hands up if you rep your home

Hands up if you rep your home

And hands up if you rep your home

I’m from the Eastside of the city

Where things are known to go down

Spit a round with my lyrics

I’m hitting it from the ground

Let me pound

Barney Artist rep that Eastside B

Forest Gate is the ends and it’s inside me

Street by street

Let the bars invigorate your flow

When I spit it from the road

They’re yelling «Barney let’s go»

Let me flow

Spitting my zone

Barney repping my home

Never lone

I’m keeping the fire pass me the coal

Life’s a journey so making friends is the best vibe

Home is somewhere where you’re spending the best time, oh

Always chilling with my G’s

In the East

Grab a falafel try eating peace

Let me speak what I see, uh

See what I speak

When I’m breathing on beats

Keep my cypher complete, uh

Eastside is where I call home

Come to ends fam I’ll show you where I roam

I kinda miss the days when we would roam

Parkside café stores, then back to mine

Almost every time

What a sweet, sweet day to roam

Golden undertones

Oh, it’s good to be home

Oh, it’s good to be home

Mmm

I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from

We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song

And hands up if you rep your home

And hands up if you rep your home

Hands up if you rep your home

And hands up if you rep your home

Uh, yeah

Yo, I would show you how I live

Uh, if I wasn’t sat outside the crib (for fuck’s sake)

I left my keys and my misses by the fridge

But no joke I be penning this lyric by the bridge

Uh, that’s how it is

Yo, It’s like I live a double life

I’m feeling like I’m 40

Kids and a troubled wife

They wake up by the side

Wonder what the day becomes

I dance between my big mothers and my baby ones

I used to play in slums

Now I gotta pay the sums

Three different cribs and ain’t got time just to stay in one

I hope this payment comes

So I can change the radiator for the neighbor’s one

And maybe get the glazing done

I’m young

But you can see what I’m becoming

Been the mouth of the south ever since I was a youngin'

Uh I need a place to call my own

For the days that I’m alone

But like the beat yo

I just keep running

I kinda miss the days when we would roll

Parkside café stores, then back to mine

Almost every time

What a sweet, sweet day to roam

Golden undertones

Oh, it’s good to be home

Oh, it’s good to be home

Mmm

I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from

We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song

And hands up if you rep your home

And hands up if you rep your home

Hands up if you rep your home

And hands up if you rep your home

Check

For me home is just a place where all the traveling stops

A place to rest, lay in my nest before I’m hatching the plot

Seems easy but it’s actually not

It’s hard to function when the time zone’s dropping like a Jack-in-the-box

Not the trials and tribulations of an average job

But more rewarding

Tour’s exhausting but it’s important

So I’m all in

And if home is truly where the heart is

Then my heart’s a moving target

‘Cause I be daily departing

And I could write a book about the cities I’m seeing

But I’ll be forever keeping London city supreme

Though I never pay attention to the postcode walls

Barely at home to check the post no more

Always on the move

I’m on the mission to deliver what they ask for

Looking at the past through the stickers on my passport

Circle the Earth for whatever it’s worth

By representing to the death of me the place I was birthed forever

I kinda miss the days when we would roll

Parkside café stores, then back to mine

Almost every time

What a sweet, sweet day to roam

Golden undertones

Oh, it’s good to be home