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hideout - hhc - way home lyrics

on my way home from the school playground
a few blocks away from where they spray rounds
payed it no mind, i’m just tryna see my greyhound
mom’s shop down the block, so i know my way around
north maine and auburn before it was a roundabout
love big words, i used to have to sound it out
acting ass in the class i was clown, no doubt
used to get grounded, i’m a bit more grounded now
settled down, but i never put the pencil down
used to draw doodles, but it’s verses from my mental now
when in doubt get the lead out and let it out
set a route
to the old house with the leather couch
coordinates in my head
according to what i read
reporting on what they said
the ordinance should be dread
if you come from where i come from
but i love my hometown like a loved one
one love
onward
marching on
longing for the place, the land where we belong
onward
hold our bond
moving forward til we see the shining dawn

everybody wanna come when i’m 3+0
everybody wanna come to the post+show
everybody wanna comment and nod at all of work i making moves not make sandwiches no more
cheering me on the side for the free throw (yeah)
if i miss then i’m switched to a side hoe (aww)
all aside as i rise y’all let me know
every brick that i hit builds a wall of
all the rules that you want me to follow
picky pills that you want me to swallow
what’s the deal tryna build my sorrow?
think this wall finna lead me to a plateau?
say imma have a tough road
not believing or receiving all the things i do
all i need is family round me to know truth
so home is where i’m bound to

can i find my way?
can i find my way?
can i find my way home to you
(sorry, can you say that again?)
can i find my way?
can i find my way?
can i find my way home to you (way home)
the most f+cked up thing you can do is make a kid choose
never picked up from school, alas, the world is cruel
as a rule of thumb, don’t get caught up in monkeyshines
latch key kids abused, and parents working overtime
hot lunch was a luxury, i never knew laurent or chanel
the runway to speedway for ramen and babybels
was it cigarettes or conjugal visits, i could never tell
at the bank for deposits or withdrawals, i could never tell
still stuck on the jigsaw that structured my homelife
i know when i’ve been left behind, don’t tell me it don’t feel right
no child should be subject to the violence of poverty and bud light
i smile sloppy, thin upper lipped, but it’s my birthright
to be wronged, but save a brave face for grammar class
taught diphthongs, steer clear of beer, and we all laughed
for sure, the poor could pour coors galore
row to shore, then right back to the liquor store
the flask passed down for generations and its toxic
though through decades of solitude, i’m learned helpless
bearing the urns, burying the hatchet
a pyre still burns, no matter the casket
the hypocrisy that comes with being raised catholic
taught fidelity, yet we’re siblings to b+st+rds
my dad with a second family i was never privy to
conversations had as deep as a kiddie pool
my mom trapped in a sarcophagus at the base of a pyramid
hera lindsay bird didn’t quite capture it
the suffocation, devouring of house and home
the wolf at the door, and the incessant landlord
d+mn straight, i no longer think that pain is meaningful
everyday i remain alive is nothing short of a miracle
the farthest i’ve ever been away from home and it’s scary
and i’ve never been so happy, what does that say about me
what does that say about me
i see the spotlights
through the window
i see your face
through the sunlight
on the window
on the way home
i see you
but can i be mistaken
to see you, but you’re not there
am i going crazy
to see you right beside me
cause i know you’ve gone to a better place
it’s been many years
but are you really there, oh
but are you even there

i didn’t always ignore his calls, or my mom
but then it became a sort of power in protest
i thought all the things i could do if i wasn’t theirs
i thought of all the things i could think of if they weren’t on my mind
soon i wet my lips instead of opening them
guzzled by seattle and detroit and self+diagnosis
i rest easy with a two+month token
a hunger to move

the hardships we bring
i couldn’t ask for anything else
i would’ve done it the same way
don’t need change
i put it all on my back, i need range
we tell it how is, these stories they derange
i’m looking at my little brother now, like new age
detain, the feelings you rearrange
you could do it better than me, i do think
the hardships we bring (hardships we bring)
call your mother up, just give her a ring (give her a ring)
tell her “wassup”, she’d love to hear you sing
believe in what you do, it’s only one thing
only one thing
i couldn’t+
i couldn’t ask for anything
i couldn’t, i couldn’t, i couldn’t+
no…

“+it’s about to change so much in ten years”
“i know, but i mean that’s+ that’s why it’s, like, beautiful”

- hideout hhc lyrics

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