King
I've been
Running around lately
Chasing after dreams
My mind
Is falling uncontrolled
Searching for my wings
When I was young
I was the king of my destiny
When I was young
I would sing from my balcony
Oh, Where did that little boy go
Oh, He must've flown back home
Flown back home
Momma
Look at what I've done
It's a work of art
Momma
I've only begun
This is just my start
Trains and cars and planes
Trains and cars and planes
Where's my childhood
Nothing is the same
Anymore
Somebody explain
Somebody explain
Where's my innocence
What happened to my brain
I don't know
Where did that little boy go
Oh, He must've flown back home
Flown back home
I've been feeling like I'm on the run
No wallet, no gun
Just a backpack on my back
No t-shirt, just jeans
But I wanna thank those who made me
My mother and father who raised me
My exes and o's, my m&ms
You might not have been sweet, but you made my head spin
I'm a Dominican in the soul
Texan in the heart
There's culture in my roots
There's no way I could part
It has been a part of me from the very start
I know things are changing
But that doesn't mean I'm changing
I'm still that same little jungle boy from all those years ago
No matter how much I grow
Yeah
Running around lately
Chasing after dreams
My mind
Is falling uncontrolled
Searching for my wings
When I was young
I was the king of my destiny
When I was young
I would sing from my balcony
Oh, Where did that little boy go
Oh, He must've flown back home
Flown back home
Momma
Look at what I've done
It's a work of art
Momma
I've only begun
This is just my start
Trains and cars and planes
Trains and cars and planes
Where's my childhood
Nothing is the same
Anymore
Somebody explain
Somebody explain
Where's my innocence
What happened to my brain
I don't know
Where did that little boy go
Oh, He must've flown back home
Flown back home
I've been feeling like I'm on the run
No wallet, no gun
Just a backpack on my back
No t-shirt, just jeans
But I wanna thank those who made me
My mother and father who raised me
My exes and o's, my m&ms
You might not have been sweet, but you made my head spin
I'm a Dominican in the soul
Texan in the heart
There's culture in my roots
There's no way I could part
It has been a part of me from the very start
I know things are changing
But that doesn't mean I'm changing
I'm still that same little jungle boy from all those years ago
No matter how much I grow
Yeah
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Writer(s): Andres Barrera
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