I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
I was drivin' in a van that was older than
I and I, plus five, heading Kanye West
Off the tip of Argentina
Better than drowning in gin
Ain't got no saint to blame instead
Of my reflection, so I dreamt
I packed it all like Anderson
To end up where it all began
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
Used to wanna live in Brooklyn
With a view from my apartment
No more homies on the block like
On the corner like a stop light, ayy
I'm a ghost they never notice, ayy
Never showed up for the showbiz
Took it back to the beginning
When I knew when I was singing, yeah
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
♪
Brown sugar, she called me
The last time we spoke
This hard drive gon' save me
She answered, I know (one more time, come on)
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Like my voice when I told you I was leaving
Pack my bag up, sick of home
Never homesick on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Pack my bag up, sick of home
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
♪
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