Home In Your Head (feat. Mataya)

When the world is lost

Oh, you can feel at home in your head

Just so you know, when the world is lost, yeah

You can feel at home in your head

One day I'll write a song you can sing along to

Blame it on the music when it gets stuck up in your head

Every time it's on you forget about your problems

It's something you hold onto, it's the love up in your chest

Gonna make you feel good, make you feel fine

You can blame it on the music every time

It's gonna make you feel good, make you feel fine

You can blame it on the music every time

I was only seventeen when I wrote my first verse

Inspired by lonely beats and ODB's dope rhymes

With curse words, like, "Can I beg your pardon?"

Fuck you, can I say what's on my mind?

So one day I started filling up pages with songs I made from my life

Now I'm hanging to pay forward, we're bored of the paper chase

We ain't talking 'bout fame or fortune, they resume's for the bank

We just saying, let's make it awesome, praying it resonates

Like Bansky spray painting a portrait on the walls of corporate estates

We be searching for that perfect moment, that surge of inspiration

That's serves to evoke emotion, it's more than just entertainment

It's normal to feel uncertain, when caught in a dead end change it

Importance of being earnest, your purpose is calling, take it

Let's just say, it ain't for the faint heart

I'll make art imitate art, concentrate, start a conversation

Spark a movement, instead of brainwashing my illusion

Put faith in music, escape the bullshit just to get me through the day

One day I'll write a song, you can sing along to

Blame it on the music when it gets stuck up in your head

Every time it's on you forget about your problems

It's something you hold onto, it's the love up in your chest

Gonna make you feel good, make you feel fine

You can blame it on the music every time

It's gonna make you feel good, make you feel fine

You can blame it on the music every time

Why

Why, why

Why

Why, why

Why

I wake up in the morning and I press play

In the lab, won't see me till the next day

Tryna stand out on that high vis

We ain't tryna blend in like a fresh fade

Fly shit under the street lights

Since I was knee high to a grasshopper

Read my art proper and I've never been obsessed with

Tryna be the best fuckin' chart topper

If you woulda told me ten years ago

That these raps that I spit, that I crafted with

This pad and pen woulda took me 'round the planet

And then back again, I woulda laughed and said

That you're trippin' man, but yo that was then

This is now and immaculate

Conception of a dream that I seen

Where would I be without it, can't free without it

Yeah I don't know, but what I do know

Is I don't do shows, for no kudos

If you're in the same boat, then the same thing goes

Don't lose hope, I salute you

And this crew's sure to stay passionate

Can you catch my drift?

We all have to vent, so spill that magic ink

Grab a mic then patch it in

When the world is lost

Oh you can feel at home in your head

Just so you know, when the world is lost, yeah

You can feel at home in your head

One day I'll write a song you can sing along to

Blame it on the music when it gets stuck up in your head

Every time it's on you forget about your problems

It's something you hold onto, it's the love up in your chest

Gonna make you feel good, make you feel fine

You can blame it on the music every time

It's gonna make you feel good, make you feel fine

You can blame it on the music every time