Barney Artist – Good To Be Home lyrics

[Hook: Barney Artist]
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

[Verse 1: Barney Artist]
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


[Chorus: Tom Misch]
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



[Hook: Barney Artist]
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

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
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


[Chorus: Tom Misch]
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

[Hook: Barney Artist]
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

[Verse 3: Rebel Kleff]
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


[Chorus: Tom Misch]
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