Make It Home (feat. Kina Grannis)

I wanna go where the lights are low and the dreamers are chasing

I wanna live like we don't know much but we know we're gonna make it

And I don't wanna spend another night alone

I wanna go 'cause if we don't leave now

Then we're never gonna make it home

I'm living front row

Y'all can take the mezzanine

Back seat, chilling

Treating life like it's a magazine

Seventeen and making money with no doubt

Had a crush on Gwen Stefani in No Doubt

Like I woke up inside a new Bugatti, let's roll out

Nobody told me this was just a hobby, you know now

But if you didn't then you probably would have got it

I remember breaking even, now we out here making profit

I ain't tryna take the throne

But baby, give me options like I'm Geno Smith

I tell them, do it on your own, me and Kina did

And now we tryna take the road less traveled

'Cause sometimes the best shit's secret

So take your old ways 'cause we don't need it

I'm doing it my way, so don't repeat it

And if you say it's just a dream, I don't feel it

You wanna take me down a notch but this is more appealing

Like, I got the type of life that no one tryna mess with

You got the McKayla Maroney, bitches ain't impressed with

I wanna go where the lights are low and the dreamers are chasing

I wanna live like we don't know much but we know we're gonna make it

And I don't wanna spend another night alone

I wanna go 'cause if we don't leave now

Then we're never gonna make it home

Oh, oh, waiting till I make it home

Oh, oh, waiting till I make it home

I ain't a movie star, I ain't a ball player

But if you ask me what I do, I do it all, player

I got these girls going wild like I'm John Mayer

And I don't need a damn guitar

Watch me, I'm going far

Living out all my dreams

I used to live in my car, now it's a limousine

I put it in the garage right next to my degrees

Hundred dollars for a hat, tryna keep it supreme

I bet you're tryna fit in with your best friends

Well, your best friends made some bad investments

I wish I could, but I don't believe you for a second

You said you living good, but call me when the Met's win

The Mets win it in the pendant

Doing it independent

They tell me I hit a wall, they wondering where I'm headed

Busy buying the bar and they busy tryna rent it

It happens when you sit around and wait 'cause you forget it

And I been playing poker with a blind man

Throwing all my chips in

Working till I'm breaking every record like I'm Ripken, bang

I wanna go where the lights are low and the dreamers are chasing

I wanna live like we don't know much but we know we're gonna make it

And I don't wanna spend another night alone

I wanna go 'cause if we don't leave now

Then we're never gonna make it home

Oh, oh, waiting till I make it home

Oh, oh, waiting till I make it home

Oh, oh, waiting till I make it home

Oh, oh, waiting till I make it home