Arlo McKinley and Logan Halstead - Back Home

(A one, two, ready, play)

Road less traveled I'll ride
With this revolver by my side
The sweet speed of cocaine
Friends deep in the dope game

Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you

This city is a symphony
That never seems to be in key
I've tasted every sin
Spit 'em out and I tried again

Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you

I hold myself accountable
For everything that I have done
The constant heat beneath my feet
I guess a glimpse of what's to come

Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home

Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home

Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you

Written by:
Timothy Dairl Carr

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