Going up the Coast

I was going up the coast

In a minivan that broke

Like my voice when I told you I was leaving

Pack my bag up, sick of home

Never homesick down that road

In my room by the moon with no ceiling

I was driving in a van that was older than I

And I plus five, heading Kanye West

Off the tip of Argentina

Better than drowning in gin

Ain't got no saint to blame instead

Of my reflection, so I dreamt

I packed it all like Anderson

To end up where it all began

I was going up the coast

In a minivan that broke

Like my voice when I told you I was leaving

Pack my bag up, sick of home

Never homesick down that road

In my room by the moon with no ceiling

Used to want to live in Brooklyn

With a view from my apartment

No more homies on the block like

On the corner like a stoplight

I'm a ghost, they never notice

Never showed up for the showbiz

Took it back at the beginning

When I knew why I was singing

I was going up the coast

In a minivan that broke

Like my voice when I told you I was leaving

Pack my bag up, sick of home

Never homesick down that road

In my room by the moon with no ceiling

"Brown sugar," she called me

The last time we spoke

This hard drive gon' save me

She answered, "I know"

I was going up the coast

In a minivan that broke

Like my voice when I told you I was leaving

Pack my bag up, sick of home

Never homesick down that road

In my room by the moon with no ceiling

I was going up the coast

In a minivan that broke

Pack my bag up, sick of home

In my room by the moon with no ceiling