Hometown
The K's Lyrics
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People love talking but never say shit to my face
Pardon my language
You can not hold me
I mean it
Its time to put bitches in place
Right off the rip
I've been the greatest, don't ever compare, cause shit is a wrap
If she come around the gang
Then she getting snatched
Gotta show love to my city
Believe it they with me
My girl is too pretty
A ten
They woke a beast from his slumber
Now they in trouble
I'm hungry
I'm eating again
Feasting these rappers
If you a lame
I Still wouldn't dap you
I know a lot of people can't stand me
So they're on their knees, or they take a seat, I
Walk up in the place
I don't say a thing
Yeah they know my name (yeah they know my name)
Euro through the lane
Call me Shaq
I'm going hard up in the paint (hard up in the paint)
We can not relate
I just always give and you just always take (always take)
Know they call you lame
Know they call you fake
Not me
What am I?
Hometown hero til I die
Hometown hero touch the sky
Hometown hero til I die
Hometown hero never lie, never lie
Lie to me
Cry to me
Fake ones stay trying me
When I get popping, then I need apologies
From all the people that talking and gossiping
I don't forgive
Hold a grudge
Man I can't let it go
Cause I get offended from people who never step up to the plate
If given the chance
Then I will go Bonds, or Griffey and knock they ass out of the state if they wanna play games yeah
Keep it up
Same kid with big dreams and I ain't giving up
On the rise
Do this every time
Lock in when its go, go, go, go time
Hometown why I shine
Put the city on my back
Till I touch the sky
Raised by the wolves
So I stay committed
I will never listen
Focused on progression
I've been efficient
I'm definition of being persistent, I
Walk up in the place
I don't say a thing
Yeah they know my name (yeah they know my name)
Euro through the lane
Call me Shaq
I'm going hard up in the paint (hard up in the paint)
We can not relate
I just always give and you just always take (always take)
Know they call you lame
Know they call you fake
Not me
What am I?
Hometown hero til I die
Hometown hero touch the sky
Hometown hero til I die
Hometown hero never lie, never lie
The K's song Hometown is an uplifting and motivational track that speaks about the artist's life journey and success. The first verse opens with the artist boasting about having made it, and how in their hometown, everyone knows their name. The song captures the essence of rags to riches, exhibiting how perseverance, dedication, and hard work can pay off. The artist mentions how they are flourishing, buying new clothes and jewelry, and living their dreams. They also give thanks to their family, particularly their mother and father, for their unwavering support.
The chorus of the song stresses the idea that success and fame do not change the essence of who someone is. The artist emphasizes how they're still the same person, even with all their newfound success. The lyrics mention how they will never forget their roots or the people who helped them get to where they are.
The second verse of the song talks about how the artist has come a long way from where they began. They flex about their luxurious lifestyle, the money they're making, and the things they've accomplished. However, they are grateful for their rock-solid support system and recognize they would not be where they are today without those individuals.
Overall, Hometown is an ode to the artist's triumph over adversity and a nod of appreciation to their community, particularly their family and friends.
Line by Line Meaning
Blacked out in my hometown and they all know my name
I became famous in my hometown but feel lost and blacked out because of it.
New style, new tracks out, doing everything I said that it would
I released new music as I promised with a different style.
Racks out for that decked out new Cadillac, with the suede
I'm showing off my wealth with a new, fancy Cadillac.
Make that a** bounce with her chest out, she don't need to see my face
I objectify women and don't need to show my face to enjoy their bodies.
Blooming like new flowers in the spring
I'm growing and changing for the better.
New clothes and a new ring, bury riches in my grave
I enjoy material possessions but understand that they won't matter after I die.
Take all my greatest lyrics, write 'em on my headstone
My lyrics are important to me and I want them to be remembered even after my death.
And when I pass on, know you'll never be alone
My music will always be with my fans, even after I pass away.
Cap a lot for brothers, cause they know me
I respect and support my friends because they know who I truly am.
Shout out to the girl that used to blow me
I show appreciation for past flings, but also objectify women.
My bigger brother told me that the best thing I could do
Is keep on grinding til' your biggest flex is that you used to know me
My older brother advised me to keep working hard until the point where being associated with me is impressive in itself.
Cadillac I'm whipping so luxurious
I'm bragging about my fancy car to show off my success.
Hatin' on me can't be f*cking serious
I don't take hate seriously because I'm successful.
Then they love me, n*ggas must be on they f*cking periods
I believe men who hate and then love me are acting like women on their menstrual cycles.
And every bag I make is just to make 'em f*cking furious
I'm motivated to make money to anger my haters.
Man, I'm blowin' through the bands now
I'm making a lot of money now.
I had a lot of plans, now she pulling down my pants
Cause I got a lot of fans now
I'm enjoying the perks of fame, such as gaining attention from women because of my fanbase.
The money stand out like diamonds in the sand,
I got all this sh*t solo so don't ask me for no handouts
I earned a lot of money on my own and don't want to share with others.
But I gotta pay some homage to the ones that stuck around though
I'm grateful for the people who supported me through my journey to fame.
I ain't gon' flex and act like I'd be here without y'all
I acknowledge that I wouldn't be where I am without the support of others.
(Ayo) shoutout to my daddy, you the one kept my accounts up
I show appreciation for my father for helping manage my finances.
And thank you to my momma, she been bumping to my sounds all day
I show appreciation for my mother for supporting my music career.
Flex cause I gotta show 'em, everything that I'm doin
is passion mixed in with poetry, lavish livin' and foreign keys
I feel like I need to show off my success, but also believe that my music is a combination of passion and artistry.
God, keep my sh*t in motion, protection for all my homies
I swear that the kid is glowing, infectious the way he flowing
I pray to God for my continued success and safety, and that my music is inspiring and influential.
You say to text you, in case I need a rescue,
If anything go wrong, you the one that I come back to
I have someone to rely on if I need support or help.
And even though I'm gone,
You should know I never left you.
Even if I'm not physically present, my music is my connection to my fans.
I swear that every song is a tribute to the best crew,
To my brothers and my mom, to my nieces and my nephews
My music is a tribute to my loved ones, including my family.
I know it won't be long, til' I bring you home the best news
My status goin' up, I got a feeling that I'm next, too
I have a good feeling about my future success and can't wait to share the news with my loved ones.
Sincerely, Chris K
- I hope you feelin' blessed, too.
I end with a signature and hope my fans are also feeling fortunate.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Darek Fonder
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Nick M
I keep on having all these dreams, that we’re not like other people.
It’s because I’m always falling, I’m not waking up on beaches, or fucking to the sand on sunny days.
But there’s no beach for miles, so it’s more just cheap cocaine on race days.
I’m waking up in piles of debt, oh how he wept, oh how he wept, oh how he wept.
Because he’s emptied all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he heads out for the night, with dreams of easy women and watered-down pints.
And he’ll drink, and snort, and smoke until every single line blurs into one.
But then he’ll try to wade (?) his way through a sea of Balenciaga bags, expensive cars on PCP.
And he’s stomping over broken glass & broken dignity.
I hope he doesn’t get his face broken though, he’s not much of a fighter.
He just tells a girl he loves her, when he doesn’t even like her, in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
When he was in, when he was in his, when he was in, when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
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Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
@NMustard4
I keep on having all these dreams, that we’re not like other people.
It’s because I’m always falling, I’m not waking up on beaches, or fucking to the sand on sunny days.
But there’s no beach for miles, so it’s more just cheap cocaine on race days.
I’m waking up in piles of debt, oh how he wept, oh how he wept, oh how he wept.
Because he’s emptied all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he heads out for the night, with dreams of easy women and watered-down pints.
And he’ll drink, and snort, and smoke until every single line blurs into one.
But then he’ll try to wade (?) his way through a sea of Balenciaga bags, expensive cars on PCP.
And he’s stomping over broken glass & broken dignity.
I hope he doesn’t get his face broken though, he’s not much of a fighter.
He just tells a girl he loves her, when he doesn’t even like her, in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
And he’s so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated and the only way to get it is to empty all his wages into the pockets of the boys he hated when he was at school.
When he was in, when he was in his, when he was in, when he was in his hometown.
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on,
Playing all his favourite sounds in the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
Put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on, put ‘em on.
@paulockenden4278
from a 59 year old who was a Jam Fan , enjoyed Oasis during the 90s , The Artic Monkeys after that and now discovering the Ks all i can say is this song is the perfect mix of all three bands
@mrh6976
same here mate every so often we have the pleasure of discovering a new band
@61philpe
Absolutely
@paolokelnago8317
Me too. Great to see young bands keeping the flame alive.
@iarcic303
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@iarcic303
@@mrh6976 please please 🙏
@nathanspriggs3
Best new band for a very long time. Proper rock n roll
@fattyfishcake2557
Quality tune British music is alive and kicking with the k s ,the lathums ,stone ,the sherlocks and the reytones 👍
@iansankey6320
A band every 10 years turns up out of nowhere and I have not heard better in 10 years.