Good to Be Home Barney (feat. Tom Misch, Loyle Carner & Rebel Kleff)

I've been seeing where these peeps are really from
We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song
And hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you rep your home
Hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you rep your home

I'm from the Eastside of the city
Where things are known to go down
Spit a round with my lyrics
I'm hitting it from the ground
Let me pound
Barney Artist rep that Eastside B
Forest Gate is the ends and it's inside me
Street by street

Let the bars invigorate your flow
When I spit it from the road
They're yelling "Barney let's go"
Let me flow spitting my zone
Barney repping my home
Never lone
I'm keeping the fire pass me the coal

Life's a journey so making friends is the best vibe
Home is somewhere where you're spending the best time, oh
Always chilling with my G's
In the East grab a falafel try eating peace
Let me speak what I see, uh
See what I speak when I'm breathing on beats
Keep my cypher complete, uh
Eastside is where I call home
Come to ends fam I'll show you where I roam

I kinda miss the days when we would roam
Parkside café stores, then back to mine
Almost every time (every time)
What a sweet, sweet day to roam
Golden undertones
Oh, it's good to be home
Oh, it's good to be home
Mmm

I've been seeing where these peeps are really from
We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song
And hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you rep your home
Hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you rep your home

Uh, yeah
Yo, I would show you how I live
Uh, if I wasn't sat outside the crib (for fuck's sake)
I left my keys and my misses by the fridge
But no joke I be penning this lyric by the bridge
Uh, that's how it is
Yo, It's like I live a double life
I'm feeling like I'm forty

Kids and a troubled wife
They wake up by the side
Wonder what the day becomes
I dance between my big mothers and my baby ones
I used to play in slums
Now I gotta pay the sums
Three different cribs and ain't got time just to stay in one
I hope this payment comes
So I can change the radiator for the neighbour's one

And maybe get the glazing done
I'm young
But you can see what I'm becoming
Been the mouth of the south ever since I was a youngun'
Uh I need a place to call my own
For the days that I'm alone
But like the beat yo
I just keep running

I kinda miss the days when we would roll
Parkside café stores, then back to mine
Almost every time (every time)
What a sweet, sweet day to roam
Golden undertones
Oh, it's good to be home
Oh, it's good to be home
Mmm

I've been seeing where these peeps are really from
We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song
And hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you rep your home
Hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you rep your home

Check
For me home is just a place where all the traveling stops
A place to rest, lay in my nest before I'm hatching the plot
Seems easy but it's actually not
It's hard to function when the time
Zone's jumping like a Jack-in-the-box
Not the trials and tribulations of an average job
But more rewarding
Tour's exhausting but it's important

So I'm all in
And if home is truly where the heart is
Then my heart's a moving target
'Cause I be daily departing
And I could write a book about the cities I'm seeing
But I'll be forever keeping London city supreme
Though I never pay attention to the postcode wars
Barely at home to check the post no more

Always on the move
I'm on the mission to deliver what they ask for
Looking at the past through the stickers on my passport
Circle the Earth for whatever it's worth
By representing to the death of me the place I was birthed forever

I kinda miss the days when we would roll
Parkside café stores, then back to mine
Almost every time (every time)
What a sweet, sweet day to roam
Golden undertones
Oh, it's good to be home