Letra Can't go home Jelly Roll

Can't go home

Waylon and Willie 2
They say, home is where the heart is, mama

Made it out of that snake pit
Now snake skin on these boot tips
I see loose lips sank the last ship
So I set sail on a new trip
Some mistakes I never make again
Circle lot no one breaking in
I gotta sit back and try to take it in
I know perseverance, what it take to win
Hard to push when the world pull
When the ones you love they try to burn you
Death coming smell her perfume
Try to make it home before the curfew
I was running late and the doors was locked
And the windows too, no where to turn to
After all the money I done burn through
I woke up broke on a church pew
With a new goal in on a 45
A fire in my eyes and some hunger pains
I spent my younger day just chasing fame
To get burnt by the flames that money brings
Blazed trails and I torched bridges
Ain't no turning back and I've moved on
Home is where the heart is
I've been heartless too long mama

Mama says, you can't go home
You can't go home, you can't go home
Mama says, you can't go home
Can't go home, can't go home

I've spent some time in the house of a rising son
Mirror on the wall I'm in fear of what I've become
Same thing I'm living for, same thing I'm dying from
Mama says, you can't go home, you can't go home
I've spent some time in the house of a rising son
Mirror on the wall I'm in fear of what I've become
Same thing I'm living for, same thing I'm dying from
Mama says, you can't go home, you can't go home

Early in the morning breath stanking and yawning
I can feel last night from the dranks and the yoda
Heart beatin so fast I was thinkin its over
Now my first thought is that I hate that I'm sober
Dealin with the demons that I can't get control of
Dealing with the ones that I can't get ahold of
How many day away from commitin a hold up
Till we be patient and even the haters will show love
My brother told me Bubba get that check
And don't worry about bullshit cuz you got next
Then we know when you get it that you gonna flex
Then I'll be overlooked like the New York Jets
Pay attention to them homies when they want for ya
Back biting and acting like they get along which ya
But as soon as you catch a case and end you up in the place
The motherfucker won't even hit the phone for ya
I've done seen them stand tall and I've seen 'em fall
You can't me shit I've done seen it all
I ain't worried about chips, you can keep 'em all
But I promise you this I'm gonna bring it raw
I'm just trying to put my people on
I'm just trying to bounce some property from singing songs
Trying to wake up from the cloud I've been dreaming on
And I ain't planning on going back when I was leaving home

Mama says, you can't go home
You can't go home, you can't go home
Mama says, you can't go home
Can't go home, can't go home

I've spent some time in the house of a rising son
Mirror on the wall I'm in fear of what I've become
Same thing I'm living for, same thing I'm dying from
Mama says, you can't go home, you can't go home
Can't go home...
I've spent some time in the house of a rising son
Mirror on the wall I'm in fear of what I've become
Same thing I'm living for, same thing I'm dying from
Mama says, you can't go home, you can't go home