Hey

When I get back from the road
He just like me, front row
Love when they singing these songs
Then you turned into my home

Gas station, 2 AM
Yelling so loud with my kinfolk
The pants ain't Raf Simons, yeah
These Dickies from Walmart
Tour bus, smoked out
Don't let John find out
I'm waking up alone
Hk's snore is still going
Throwing on my cologne
Hiding my hickeys that niggas giving me
Trilogy popping, it's awesome
It's gon' take a second for y'all to get rid of me (uh)

When I get back from the road
He's just like me, front row
Love when they singing these songs
Venue turns into my home
When I get back from the road (yeah, yeah) (back from the road)
He's just like me, front row (front row) (right here, front row)
Love when they singing these songs (oh) (yeah, yeah)
Venue turns into my home (oh)

Cribs in Carolina, Waffle House in Georgia
Sunset looks like make believe, I'ma see my art in Florida
Screaming in the lobby, hotel wanna sue me
Ashlan keep the camera rollin', now our life's a movie

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Writer(s): Ian Simpson, Ryan Yoo