Riding Home
Gimme the tune and love on meEven if it don't mean the sameBut every time I'll think of youBut every time I'll think of youWill see you bought and sold, and sold, riding homeI don't know... ain't no home...
Wait, the same little boy with the cassette tape?The big foot jeans, awaiting at the school gateLate night thoughts, he's tearing up the paperAnd here's the soundbite ten years laterHe took the yard to the city an he mixed itMattafixed it, now he's on some sick shhhSo keep your money and your cars and your dealsI'm riding home on the same two wheels
Gimme the tune and love on meEven if it don't mean the sameBut every time I'll think of youBut every time I'll think of you[x2]
Wait the same little boy they used to underestimate?Made a great escape with only practiceAn attic and a mattressThis same man is trying to hatch this game planAnd catch a vibe make it world wideSpirals of idols and rivals labelled as a dreamerStroll as the world rolls by you in a beamerNow empathize if you know how it feelsRiding home on the same two wheelsI made my best friendsFrom the West Indies to the West EndIn every corner in every sectionPerfection, long lasting connectionThe little boy with the clear skin complexionAfternoons and I'm scrubbing old sneakersIn time to the vibes from my makeshift speakersAn assortment laments from my WalkmanI'm still trying to walk good thoughI'm slightly awkward
Gimme the tune and love on meEven if it don't mean the sameBut every time I'll think of youBut every time I'll think of youWill see you bought and sold, and sold, riding home
So, things didn't work out exactly how I planned itNo matter how you brand it I'm still the same bandit
Essentially the story of the 21st centuryKid make your music cause it's meant to beMusic cause it's meant to beI'm making music cause it's meant to beYou never know what it meant to meNow if you're bought and sold, and sold you're riding home