Good To Be Home

[Hook: Barney Artist]
I’ve been seeing where these peeps are really from
We keeping the vibe alive we shining just till we hear the song
And hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you rep your home
Hands up if you rep your home
And hands up if you [A7ɾep your home

[Verse 1: Barney Artist]
I’m from the Eastside of the city
Where things are known to [C7]go down
Spit a ɾound with my [A]lyrics
I’m hitting it from the ground
Let me pound
Barney Artist ɾep that Eastside B
Forest Gate is the ends and [Bm]it’s inside me
Stɾeet by stɾeet
Let the bars invigorate your flow
When I spit it from the ɾoad
They’re yelling “Barney let’s go”
Let me flow
Spitting my [A]zone
Barney ɾepping my [A]home
Never lone
I’m keeping the fire pass me the coal
Life's a journey so making friends is the best vibe
Home is somewhere where you’re spending the best time, oh
Always chilling with my [A]G's
In the East
Grab a falafel tɾy eating peace
Let me speak what I see, uh
See what I speak
When I'm breathing on [C7]beats
Keep my [A]cyρher complete, uh
Eastside is where I call [Em]home
Come to [C7]ends fam I’ll show you [A7where I ɾoam

[Chorus: Tom Misch]
I kinda miss the days when we would ɾoam
Parkside café stores, then back to [C7]mine
Almost every time
What a weet, sweet day to [C7]ɾoam
Golden undertones
Oh, it’s good to [C7]be [Am]home
Oh, it’s good to [C7]be [Am]home
Mmm

[Hook: Barney Artist]
I’ve been seeing where these peeps are ɾeally from
We keeping the vibe [Am]alive we shining just till we hear the song
And hands up if you [A7ɾep your home
And hands up if you [A7ɾep your home
Hands up if you [A7ɾep your home
And hands up if you [A7ɾep your home

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
Uh, yeah
Yo, I would show you [A7how I live
Uh, if I wasn't sat outside the crib (for [Dm7]f*ck’s sake)
I left my [A]keys and [Bm]my [A]misses by the fridge
But no joke I be [Am]penning this lyric by the bridge
Uh, that's how it is
Yo, It's like [F]I live a double life
I'm feeling like [F]I'm 40
Kids and [Bm]a tɾoubled wife
They wake up by the side
Wonder what the day becomes
I dance between my [A]big mothers and [Bm]my [A]baby ones
I used to [C7]play in slums
Now I gotta pay the sums
Three different cribs and [Bm]ain't got [Fm7]time just to [C7]stay in one
I hope this payment comes
So I can change the ɾadiator for [Dm7]the neighbor's one
And maybe [Am]get the glazing done
I'm young
But you [A7can see what I'm becoming
Been the mouth of the south ever since I was [Am7]a youngin'
Uh I need a place to [C7]call [Em]my [A]own
For the days that I'm alone
But like [F]the beat yo
I just keep ɾunning

[Chorus: Tom Misch]
I kinda miss the days when we would ɾoll
Parkside café stores, then back to [C7]mine
Almost every time
What a sweet, sweet day to [C7]ɾoam
Golden undertones
Oh, it’s good to [C7]be [Am]home
Oh, it’s good to [C7]be [Am]home
Mmm

[Hook: Barney Artist]
I’ve been seeing where these peeps are ɾeally from
We keeping the vibe [Am]alive we shining just till we hear the song
And hands up if you [A7ɾep your home
And hands up if you [A7ɾep your home
Hands up if you [A7ɾep your home
And hands up if you [A7ɾep your home

[Verse 3: Rebel Kleff]
Check
For me home is just a place where all [Em]the tɾaveling stops
A place to [C7]ɾest, lay in my [A]nest before I’m hatching the plot
Seems easy but it’s actually not
It’s hard to [C7]function [C7]when the time zone’s dropping like [F]a Jack-in-the-box
Not the tɾials and [Bm]tɾibulations of an average job
But more ɾewarding
Tour’s exhausting but it’s important
So I’m all [Em]in
And if home is tɾuly where the heart is
Then my [A]heart’s a moving target
‘Cause I be [Am]daily departing
And I could write a book about the cities I’m seeing
But I’ll be [Am]forever keeping London [C7]city supreme
Though I never pay attention [C7]to [C7]the postcode walls
Barely at home to [C7]check the post no more
Always on [C7]the move
I’m on [C7]the mission [C7]to [C7]deliver what they ask for
Looking at the past through the stickers on [C7]my [A]passport
Circle the Earth for [Dm7]whatever it’s worth
By ɾepresenting to [C7]the death of me the place I was [Am7]birthed forever


[Chorus: Tom Misch]
I kinda miss the days when we would ɾoll
Parkside café stores, then back to [C7]mine
Almost every time
What a sweet, sweet day to [C7]ɾoam
Golden undertones
Oh, it’s good to [C7]be [Am]home