Don't Want To Go Home

(album: Mud To Gold - 2021)

Feel the bass bass bass bass shake inside my bones
Empty passenger seat, nobody driving with me 'cause I don't wanna go home
Ay, ay

I feel like busting down a narrow road
Glove box full of the RAW's cones, ain't going home
No GPS with me for sure sure sure sure
No Instagram I been keeping it low-pro
Low-pro like the wheels that's chopping on that short bed GMC
Charcoal grey, so suede inside the ashes rubbed in both my seats
I smoke to walk the city streets, my blood-type probably THC
I'm numb to other humans 'cause the camera cleared my vision, see
Now everybody only want the money money money
Everybody want the fame, they kill each other for it
With the blood all on the dance floor, music still playing though
Dead or alive, you can feel the vibe I'm on

Rolling, rolling down my window
Turn up, turn up all that rock and roll
Feel the bass bass bass bass shake inside my bones
Empty passenger seat, nobody driving with me 'cause I don't wanna go home

Sometimes I wanna be home alone
Macaulay Culkin myself inside a attic door
Catch a buzz, draw pictures in the dust on these wooden floors
Fall asleep to these trees scratching windows in a thunderstorm
Oh, what a wonderful feeling
Oh, what a beautiful reason
To wanna bathe in this acid rain, black water inside my brain
Magic ate my eyes, I smoke the shake and wish the best would fade
Everybody's gotta have the X's on their eyelids
Either it's the lava or the gold lace on their iris
Streets gold, soft wings, rose gold, fang teeth
Barefoot, grass green, ass fat, ride with me

Rollin, rolling down my window
Turn up, turn up all that rock and roll
Feel the bass bass bass bass, shake inside my bones
Empty passenger seat, nobody driving with me 'cause I don't wanna go home