Hometown Pride

This one's not for going away

This one's for the Hills to the bay

This one is for the hometown pride

Tonight tonight

This is a scumbag story

My whole heart

Less in black all where the apex all caused part

My humble start

Blunts that we rolled up

View of the city

First pulser in a Pulsar

Was it a Pintara dreaming of an Impala

Taming of the shrew these formal suits are a thin armour

And a suit Ferrari feeling all super starry

The days I worn 'em, girls love me and my cruising army

Ha I've been there, tell I've felt the future tugging

I've seen the dukes of nothing

In the cars zooming past me

Even a few thats nasty

I've copped a few cherries

I've popped a few of my own

Some say its too many

I say its just enough

I had my first kiss

First tag, first fight, first spit shutless

First *******, first drink, first rap verses

All in my hometown where the birds sing

[Chorus]

This one's not for going away

This one's for the Hills to the bay

This one is for the hometown pride

Tonight tonight

See its a bit colder where I came from

Especially in the foggy mornings tryna stay warm

Especially walking home with a crayon

Til everything here got my name on

"What did he write bro?"

Screaming cool across the valley

Then drop the bally

Some minor crimes and here to party up

Its for the tally

Hoes are off and order in hungrys and

Quarter baggies in my head

Yeah well we're fatties and we're rolling fatties

Blow it skywards, ******* the climate and ******* assignments

Without a sense of time emotion and there's nothing like it

Mother asks you your career, you say 'undecided'

She's like 'Never get to see you since you started driving'

And all you wanna do is ******* die young

And stay pretty forever

Ripped to friends we lost my eyes run

Thinking back to the day I got the call

And my focus is the moment won't forget

You know it all is for you

[Chorus]

This one's not for going away

This one's for the Hills to the bay

This one is for the hometown pride

Tonight tonight

[Verse 3]

It's the classic *******t

If I knew the difference

I'd have gone make all my lyrics or would've had a

Fit from bathroom cabinets or fast lane weaving through the

Traffic it was always my belief

And I'm no Catholic so ******* I'm a Maverick

And the city your church

Its crystal hairs not sock and I'm with this

While other guys are tweaking

My demons try appearing

But I'm not tryna feed 'em

So I decide I'm leaving

But I couldn't find a reason

So I focus on my hobbies

Started blowing up like pressure mines

Hoping I'll tread softly but I'll never

Cos they're home and they hope I know they're watching

But its so exhausting

The recording shows in tone

All the pressure, all the cities

Sometimes I wanna quit

Other times I wanna kill it 'til these rappers on my *******

Telling me I am the best

Yeah I'm hoping all these years

But I know I am the *******t because I work for all I get

Where my city baby

This one's not for going away

This one's for the Hills to the bay

This one is for the hometown pride

Tonight tonight