Coming Home - Swindle, Kojey Radical

Someone get my city on the phone

Tell them I’m coming home

Spent a different kind of life on the road

Tell them I’m coming home

Many don’t make it where I come from I

Think we should make a toast

Come a mighty long way from the road

Tell them I’m coming home

It’s that motherfuck your couch I’m Rick James

They don’t know my story but they didn’t my name

Bet they knew my chin way before they knew my face

But I’d rather chase money than the stories these days

Read all about, re-read all about it

Made it from the rubble through the struggle to the mountain

Now I’m looking down at all the reasons why I doubted

Almost lost my way for a second but I found it

Almost lost my way but I’m Moses with the cane

Almost lost my brother he got able with the game

Still can’t feel my lungs but I’m in love with Mary Jane

Now I see the clouds from different kinds of paper planes

Never worked this hard to stay the same, I’m different

Got a new smile, got a new spirit got a new heart I’m lifted

Tell them badman keep their distance

Tell them badman keep their distance

Someone get my city on the phone

Tell them I’m coming home

Spent a different kind of life on the road

Tell them I’m coming home

Many don’t make it where I come from I

Think we should make a toast

Come a mighty long way from the road

Tell them I’m coming home

Someone get my mama on the phone she don’t have to miss me

Sending all the love I give to you, I go hipster with me

Night time from my lowest I get no-one I get demons with me

Now I rock the jungle with my pride I got Simbas with me

I know they been plotting on my angels

But they just can’t put dents in my halos

Save a penny save a pound save a peso

Hit them all before they lay low

Before I lay my crown hope I grow to make a queen

Royal from the soil throwing stones don’t make you king (ah)

Pray I don’t fall prey to violent things (ah)

Even with my back against the ring (ah)

Never worked this hard to stay the same, I’m different

Got a new smile, got a new spirit got a new heart I’m lifted

Tell them badman keep their distance

Tell them badman keep their distance

Someone get my city on the phone

Tell them I’m coming home

Spent a different kind of life on the road

Tell them I’m coming home

Many don’t make it where I come from I

Think we should make a toast

Come a mighty long way from the road

Tell them I’m coming home

And round and round and round and round

Much reason to celebrate

Young black boy dun made it you know

Let’s be honest

I could’ve flexed boy back when like Shakespeare with the bollocks

Fell from grace I don’t need forgiveness till I’m old in age reminiscing on my

golden days

Teaching wrong from right with my old mistakes hold the page

Let me get my mind right

These day’s I’d rather listen than talk

The wise man knows he knows nothing at all I

Put down the club on my evolutionary walk

That means I changed my own pathway before I could crawl as if fate decided

To let karma take the wheel I’m filled with a beautiful emptiness welcoming

You are welcome if I need time to help me then I’ll be it

Who’s words reach further

The man who whispers peace to find peace

Or that who yells his troubles some to exalt his troubles

Won’t you help me find the solace you promised

Trying hard to forget fleeting euphorias

I can’t keep on running if I don’t know what from

I can’t keep chasing a moment that’s already gone

So if I reach for the stars hope I fall on the moon

And if I fall hopefully they don’t forget me to soon

Tell my city I’m coming home