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back home - bluvercetti lyrics

[verse 1: bluvercetti]
bumped our demo in tehran metro
i knew we was it from the get go
sh*t was cl!ckin’, addin’ up like legos
all else sucked, couldn’t let go
couldn’t even think of an lp, aye
back when arto called the trio apa
my girl said you should run to some studio
you rock my world, every other girl said “let me in”

[chorus: bluvercetti & arto]
i don’t wanna go back home
if i could go back once again i’d prolly do the same things
i don’t wanna go back home
no matter if i try and change i’d end up in the same place
i don’t wanna go back home
if i could go back once again i’d prolly do the same things
i don’t wanna go back home
no matter if i try and change i’d end up in the same place

[verse 2: pmz]
my skin rosacea from the shame
i don’t wanna go back home, i wanna see it flamed
what is a home when you hate what it became
and you, yourself, you got only you and no one else to blame
the hollow medals, made from shallow metal
fill your jacket, while the only thing you’ve learned is to settle
you wanna pedal, someone stole your wheels
you lost the handle, now a flower with no petals’ what you peddle
[chorus: bluvercetti & arto]
i don’t wanna go back home
if i could go back once again i’d prolly do the same things
i don’t wanna go back home
no matter if i try and change i’d end up in the same place
i don’t wanna go back home
if i could go back once again i’d prolly do the same things
i don’t wanna go back home
no matter if i try and change i’d end up in the same place

[verse 3: bluvercetti]
pumped up ’bout buyin’ pairs of retro
or scared of havin’ gotten my girl preggo
i live in a show, i’m convinced, cuz it’s worse everyday
yet i wake up ready, set, go
what’s the point in memories if none’s sweet?
what’s the point in talkin’ when your heart is concrete?
what’s the point in reminiscin’? i don’t know it either, but it’s like the last thing that keeps my heartbeat going
told rick life ain’t bearable
i’m locked up but tired of actin’ like it wasn’t terrible
i ran away from friendships, i ran away from friends, sh*t
i tried to make my ends meet, felt like i met my ends, sh*t
different day, same streets, nothing ain’t changed
what do my decisions matter if it’s all staged, if it’s all pain?
sit on a bed of glass
cut myself as i turn, let the blood rain
[chorus: bluvercetti & arto]
i don’t wanna go back home
if i could go back once again i’d prolly do the same things
i don’t wanna go back home
no matter if i try and change i’d end up in the same place
i don’t wanna go back home
if i could go back once again i’d prolly do the same things
i don’t wanna go back home
no matter if i try and change i’d end up in the same place
(i don’t wanna go back home)
(i don’t wanna go back home)
(no matter if i try and change i’d end up in the same place)

- bluvercetti lyrics

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