Songtext von Going Up The Coast

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 down that road In my room by the Moon with no ceiling I was driving 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 down that road In my room by the Moon with no ceiling Used to want to live in Brooklyn With a view from my apartment No more homies on the block, like On the corner like a stoplight, yeah I'm a ghost they never notice Never showed up for the showbiz Took it back to the beginning When I knew why I was singing 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 down that road In my room by the Moon with no ceiling Brown Sugah, she called me The last time we spoke This hard rive, gone save me She answered, I know 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 down that road In my room by the Moon with no ceiling 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 down that road In my room by the Moon with no ceiling