[Letra de "Going Home"]

[Chorus: Mr. Nando & Champion Jack Dupree]
Don't you miss me now? (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Dropped out, still graduated, shit (That's what you get paid)
My life like that, I'm feelin' down (Well I'm goin')
I'm goin' home (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Don't you miss me now? (Well I'm goin' to Paris, —aris, —aris)
Dropped out, still graduated, shit (That's what you get paid)
My life like that, I'm feelin' down (Well I'm goin', —oin', —oin', —oin')
I'm goin' home (Want you to listen)

[Verso 1: Mr. Nando]
Yeah, yeah, se—, se—
Seis meses, só mais seis meses
Só mais duas aulas, serei como eles
Vou ganhar diploma, graduado e toma
Idioma é esse, mas não chega em Roma
E eu pareço eles, mas não sigo eles
Tenho exemplos tristes com um papel igual esse
E os meus parentes só querem que eu fique
Faculdade é bênção, but I wanna make it big
Fui pra um trabalho onde ouvi pra caralho
Meu chefe era brabo, I just wanna go
Tentei meus lado' de artista frustrado
Vendia desenho que ninguém comprou
Esse é meu POV desde '09
Eu com microfone, ninguém me escutou
Explica essa, Freud, como é que isso pode?
Eu trabalhando com Polaroid no bolso
Então que se foda, cheguei pro meu chefe
Só peguei meu cash, bem leve, me fui
Vendo uma chance de poder ser grande
Não perdi meu tempo, já corri pra luz
Desde pequeno vivia na média
Chegava da escola fazendo furdúncio
Logo falava: "Rodou toda a sala"
Minha mãe me dizia: "'Cê não é todo mundo"
[Chorus: Mr. Nando & Champion Jack Dupree]
Don't you miss me now? (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Dropped out, still graduated, shit (That's what you get paid)
Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down (Well I'm goin')
I'm goin' home (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Don't you miss me now? (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Dropped out, still graduated, shit (That's what you get paid)
Don't wait for me, ain't comin' down (Well I'm goin')
I'm goin' home (Want you to listen)

[Verse 2: tenkuma, Mr. Nando & Champion Jack Dupree]
Detaching from materialistic (Home, home, I'm goin' home)
Objects to remain artistic (Want you to listen)
Pray to God, I make it far, uh (Home, home, I'm goin' home)
While I'm driving with this stick shift (That's what you get paid)
Washin' dishes, waitin' tables (Home, home)
Swear to God I'm tired of this shit (That's what you get paid)
People fussing for an order (Home, home, I'm goin' home)
Throwin' tantrums for a soda (Want you to listen)
Margaritas 'til they throw up (Home, home)
Really wish I didn't show up (Want you to listen)
All these Karens wanna shoot 'em (Home, home, I'm goin' home)
Or at least Batista bomb them (That's what you get paid)
I can feel my anger brewin' (Home, home)
Sometimes I just wanna scream (That's what you get paid)
Quit this job, I wanna leave (Home, home, I'm goin' home)
Wanna see a better seen (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Rappers waitin' for a co-sign, oh my
That's like beggin' on the roadside, not I
I will get it on my own, I don't lie
Made from the bottom, gotta get my dollars
Used to work a nine to five
And all night, prayin' for a change
And a spotlight, ice up on my neck
Now it's so bright, it's so bright (Prr)
I don't give a fuck what a ho say
Pull up in Impalas, drinkin' rose
Not too long ago, I worked at Subway
Prayed to God, I made it some way
I wanted fame, and hoes from runways
I'm livin' lavish, Monday to Sunday
Ain't going back to workin' all day
Ain't going back to workin' all day
[Chorus: Mr. Nando & Champion Jack Dupree]
Don't you miss me now? (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Dropped out, still graduated, shit (That's what you get paid)
Don't wait for me, I ain't comin' down (Well I'm goin')
I'm goin' home (Well I'm goin' to Paris)
Don't you miss me now? (Well I'm goin' to Paris, —aris, —aris)
Dropped out, still graduated, shit (That's what you get paid)
Don't wait for me, ain't comin' down (Well I'm goin', —oin', —oin', —oin')
I'm goin' home (Want you to listen)