Letra de 'HOME' de Another Lost Year

Don′t know
How hard you fight

Breaking your back everyday
Turning that wrench
Just trying to get paid
'Round here, this is where it′s called home
Dirt roads where the black top ends
Friday night for all of your friends
Some call it low class
White trash, tell 'em all they can kiss your ass
(He said y'all can kiss his ass)

They don′t know how hard you fight
Giving hell at the first sign of morning burning all through the night
They don′t know this is the place
Go on words shaking hands, making deals everyday
Face to face
(Lincolnton, Gaston, where you at? Come on)
This is called home
85 north 321
24's where the party′s begun
3 red lights and baby you'll find me
Running from the law on 150
I′m pulling up in the 3 series
Pocket full of swishers and a bag of weed
If you want a good time come see me
Holiday inn room 303
(Aye who is it, it's TY)

They don′t know how hard you fight
Giving hell at the first sign of morning burning all through the night
They don't know this is the place
Go on words shaking hands, making deals everyday
Face to face
(Dallas, Mooresville)
This is called home

This the place
I call home
Stanley sticks I'm homegrown
Only place I′ve ever known
Killing ′em softly like that Fuji song
I'm gonna tell ya why I′m here
In the backseat just drinking a beer
My mind's moving fast
Never moving slow
Reppin' North Carolina Petey Pablo
Fish and Friday night
Under Friday night lights
Girls at the lake house looking damn right
I always love it when my girl rock the fitted
It′s all about the nookie, limp bizkit
If only we could fly, where would we go
Far away and stay the same place who knows
Fly me to the Moon and then back again
Carolina Panthers keep pounding
They don't know how hard you fight
Giving hell at the first sign of morning burning all through the night
They don′t know that this is the place
Go on words shaking hands, making deals everyday
Face to face
(Charlotte, Mt. Holly)
This is called home