Good to Be Home Barney (feat. Tom Misch, Loyle Carner & Rebel Kleff)

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 (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 forty
 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 neighbour'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 youngun'
 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 (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 jumping 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 wars
 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 (every time)
 What a sweet, sweet day to roam
 Golden undertones
 Oh, it's good to be home