Home is where you lay your head. my head lies
Between the cracks. red lights lead to wasted days
Maybe I better put till' all my days
Oh, the city's not a home. but it's somewhere to get alone
Maybe I'm lying to myself. I'm not a graphter
I'm not on that of earth
I have a habit that's a full time occupation
Cause the gra** is always greener
When you can't see the garden
Oh, the city's not a home. but it's somewhere to get alone
Oh, the city's not a home. but it's somewhere to get alone