Homecoming
b.o.o.m. Lyrics
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Yea Yea
There's no room for overthinking only over drinking
Man I wanna go home I hear my phone is ringing
When I close my eyes I see worse memories
All my regrets and who I pretended to be
And Yeah I been a fuck up
Burnt a couple bridges from the ground up, got skeletons in my closet
That shit ended because I wanted space, in the truth of reality
Wanted woman in my place, ones I didn't know
Bitches in and out like 10 or 4
Yeah I love this music shit but I aint gonna tell you what I'd do with it
I spend nights fighting my self, man I be high leave my pride on the shelf
When I drive I feel like I'm one with myself
Man shout out my dad
He Been a real one since I revealed myself, yeah I been janky
Cranky lately couple wrong moves you kept it 180
I still feel like shit cause you still be staying with me
I got nothing to offer I be up making songs they all just somber
Walking in my tank top and my boxers smoking weed like a Rasta
Spending money I got a problem, my engineered is paid tho
He taking trips cacos I mean da Poconos, the shit the same bro
I always been when to poke some holes see where it goes
Down with Alice I go, in this wonderland
With fucking hoes and rubber bands
Uhh
Yeah that's the only shit I care about make a mill take my momma out
Put her in a crib bigger than Obama house
I think everybody hate me I been steady rapping this shit
Turned on lights cameras action, Christ or Patrick
Who I wanna be? Maybe spider man in a world of dreams
Counting down smoking trees in my dungarees
Yeah that's the only shit I care about make a mill take my momma out
Put her in a crib bigger than Obama house
I think everybody hate me I been steady rapping this shit
Turned on lights cameras action, Christ or Patrick
Who I wanna be? Maybe spider man in a world of dreams
Counting down smoking trees in my dungarees
The song "Homecoming" by b.o.o.m. is a poignant and introspective exploration of the artist's past mistakes and regrets. The opening lines set the tone, calling for the volume to be turned up as the singer reflects on his own struggles with overthinking and excessive drinking. He longs to return home, but is haunted by his past mistakes and the person he once pretended to be. The artist confesses to having burned bridges and kept secrets, and acknowledges his own selfishness and lack of communication in relationships. Despite his successes in music, he struggles with internal demons and a sense of detachment from reality. Ultimately, he aspires to make enough money to provide for his family and realizes that he needs to find a purpose beyond fame and riches.
This song provides a glimpse into the personal struggles of the artist and his desire to find meaning in life beyond just success or material possessions. It addresses themes of regret, self-doubt, and introspection, while also exploring the universal human experience of feeling lost and disconnected. Through his lyrics, b.o.o.m. offers a message of hope and redemption, reminding listeners that it's never too late to change course and find one's own path.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah yeah a little louder
Encouraging the music to be played louder
There's no room for overthinking only over drinking
Warning against allowing overthinking to ruin the moment, instead opting for overdrinking
Man I wanna go home I hear my phone is ringing
Feeling homesick and hearing reminders of home through phone calls
When I close my eyes I see worse memories
Being haunted by unpleasant memories when trying to relax
All my regrets and who I pretended to be
Reflecting on past mistakes and the version of oneself that wasn't true
And Yeah I been a fuck up
Acknowledging one's mistakes and shortcomings
Burnt a couple bridges from the ground up, got skeletons in my closet
Having damaged relationships and hidden secrets from the past
Like they was dug up, I ain't really talk to my ex in like 4 months
Feeling as though one's past is being brought back up, also admitting to not having spoken to an ex in a while
That shit ended because I wanted space, in the truth of reality
The relationship ended due to a desire for personal space, despite the difficult reality of the situation
Wanted woman in my place, ones I didn't know
Desiring to fill a personal void with someone new, even if they are strangers
Bitches in and out like 10 or 4
Having multiple superficial relationships that come and go quickly
Yeah I love this music shit but I aint gonna tell you what I'd do with it
Enjoying music but not wanting to reveal personal aspirations
I spend nights fighting my self, man I be high leave my pride on the shelf
Struggling with inner demons and using substances to cope
When I drive I feel like I'm one with myself
Finding solace and clarity while driving
Man shout out my dad
Showing appreciation for one's father
He Been a real one since I revealed myself, yeah I been janky
Father has been supportive since coming out with personal struggles, despite odd behavior
Cranky lately couple wrong moves you kept it 180
Feeling irritable lately with some mistakes, but someone helped change the course for the better
I still feel like shit cause you still be staying with me
Feeling guilty for causing trouble for someone who remains supportive
I got nothing to offer I be up making songs they all just somber
Feeling like one has nothing to offer besides melancholy music
Walking in my tank top and my boxers smoking weed like a Rasta
Casually relaxing and indulging in marijuana
Spending money I got a problem, my engineered is paid tho
Admitting to having a problem with spending too much money, but feeling okay because the sound engineer is paid
He taking trips cacos I mean da Poconos, the shit the same bro
The sound engineer is taking trips but it doesn't matter where, it's all the same
I always been when to poke some holes see where it goes
Having a tendency to take risks and see where they lead
Down with Alice I go, in this wonderland
Going down a path with unknown consequences and references to Alice in Wonderland
With fucking hoes and rubber bands
Indulging in sexual activity and luxurious possessions
Yeah that's the only shit I care about make a mill take my momma out
Desiring financial success to take one's mother out to new living arrangements
Put her in a crib bigger than Obama house
Wanting to provide lavish housing for one's mother
I think everybody hate me I been steady rapping this shit
Feeling disliked and using rap as an outlet
Turned on lights cameras action, Christ or Patrick
Being ready for any opportunity to perform, with reference to Jesus or another person named Patrick
Who I wanna be? Maybe spider man in a world of dreams
Questioning one's own identity and fantasizing about being a fictional character
Counting down smoking trees in my dungarees
Counting down the days and smoking marijuana while wearing casual clothes
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Written by: Michael Rodriguez
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