Asheville
I left my home (I left my home)
To join the army (To join the army)
The day I left (The day I left)
My momma cried (My momma cried)
I left my home, everyone was sweet, I went back
Partially 'cause of the love, partially 'cause of the tag
(Fuck, fuck, fuck-fuck) Don't ask me where I'm at
Accountant told me this is just life
everything returns into Ash
They named the city after me, so every single time I'm home
I think about doing some things
that I should not say in a song
I've done some things that I'm not proud of, not at all
I meant exactly what I said, but the way I said it
I said it, uh-uh, I said it, uh-uh
I said it, uh-uh, I meant it, uh-uh
I said it, uh-uh, I meant it, uh-uh
I said it, uh-uh, I meant it, uh-uh
There was a time some years ago
when I would hate this shit, uh
Swear I couldn't take this shit, uh
Said, "Fuck this town" and turned around
you couldn't make this shit up
I've made my peace, I plant my feet too deep
not moving for nothin'
They'll build a statue of me, trust
They named the city after me, so every single time I'm home
I think about doing some things
that I should not say in a song
I've done some things that I'm not proud of, not at all
I meant exactly what I said, but the way I said it's—
Wrong, wrong
Wrong, wrong
They named the city after me, so when I'm home, know it's up
They see the Benz, they see the rims
they already know that it's us
I found some comfort in the fact it's not the same as it was
All the silver will come, frankly it moves slow as fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I should've never left it
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I should've never said it
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, take four away from seven
Only person on my street with zero college credits
For real (Are you for real?)
Every single time I'm home
think about doing— (Are you for real?)
I should not do that at all, it shouldn't even be a thought
But somehow, it always is, guess that's just the way I live
Only person in my neighborhood whose nightstand got a grip
And I don't think that I'll use it
all my neighbors old as shit
I should've never left it
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I should've never said it
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, take four away from seven
Only person on my street with zero college credits
(Are you for real?)
Compositor: glaive & Ralph Castelli