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I been dreamin' bout dis since I was bout 11
I never thought that I would end up in Orlando
Moms grew up in Leesburg so I shouldn't be surprised doe
I been actin a fool but I know most of the rules it's grace and mercy we don't choose and
He got the whole world in his hands and I been singin' his praises since a young man
I ain't been hittin' up church much lately
But I talk to him stayin' prayed up on daily
Steady battlin' through my fears and depression
Mad busy but still tryna learn all of the lessons
I miss back home and how things use to be
Back when things was way more simple to me
Lookin' after my family and doin all deez shows
I made it already I just need you to know
Nobody knows my secrets
And nobody knows my feelings
But maybe you can guess the reasons I miss home
I don't wanna miss my season
I can't live without this music
Cause when I'm on the stage I feel like I'm back at home yea
Back home is where I grew up not too far from the beach
Considered a bastard my pops was always out of reach
But not really cause he knew where we was
He would call us sometimes but he would never show up
But that's ok cause everything happens for a reason
I'm not always too sure why but I know that it's needed
I remember I use to cry when I was adolescent
Momma still raised a man I learned some heavy lessons
I got in trouble in school all the time
I just wanted some attention I was tryna shine
I was the class clown couldn't stand still in line
If I made you laugh once I knew you was mines
Momma had us in bible study bout everyday
We didn't wanna go but she would make us anyway
I joined the choir and started sangin' for Yahweh
Who would've thought that we would end up bein' ok
Nobody knows my secrets
And nobody knows my feelings
But maybe you can guess the reasons I miss home
I don't wanna miss my season
I can't live without this music
Cause when I'm on the stage I feel like I'm back at home yea
I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I
I miss it, I miss it, back at home
I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it
I miss it, I miss it, miss back home yea
I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it
Miss back home
I been dreamin' bout dis since I was bout 11
I never thought that I would end up in Orlando
Moms grew up in Leesburg so I shouldn't be surprised doe
I been actin a fool but I know most of the rules it's grace and mercy we don't choose and
He got the whole world in his hands and I been singin' his praises since a young man
I ain't been hittin' up church much lately
But I talk to him stayin' prayed up on daily
Steady battlin' through my fears and depression
Mad busy but still tryna learn all of the lessons
I miss back home and how things use to be
Back when things was way more simple to me
Lookin' after my family and doin all deez shows
I made it already I just need you to know
Nobody knows my secrets
And nobody knows my feelings
But maybe you can guess the reasons I miss home
I don't wanna miss my season
I can't live without this music
Cause when I'm on the stage I feel like I'm back at home yea
Back home is where I grew up not too far from the beach
Considered a bastard my pops was always out of reach
But not really cause he knew where we was
He would call us sometimes but he would never show up
But that's ok cause everything happens for a reason
I'm not always too sure why but I know that it's needed
I remember I use to cry when I was adolescent
Momma still raised a man I learned some heavy lessons
I got in trouble in school all the time
I just wanted some attention I was tryna shine
I was the class clown couldn't stand still in line
If I made you laugh once I knew you was mines
Momma had us in bible study bout everyday
We didn't wanna go but she would make us anyway
I joined the choir and started sangin' for Yahweh
Who would've thought that we would end up bein' ok
Nobody knows my secrets
And nobody knows my feelings
But maybe you can guess the reasons I miss home
I don't wanna miss my season
I can't live without this music
Cause when I'm on the stage I feel like I'm back at home yea
I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I
I miss it, I miss it, back at home
I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it
I miss it, I miss it, miss back home yea
I miss it, I miss it, I miss it, I miss it
Miss back home
Credits
Writer(s): Jessie Nunn Iii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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