Get Home - Bastille

JB gang, Nazzy gang, JayRip gang Go through a lot of shit, man They like, "Setty, why you always in the fuckin' bag?" Why you in your bag Shit, I don't know man, we gon' get through this shit though And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube When I'm gone, hope you never forget me Took her heart, I don't know how I'm living I been feeling lonely for a minute Grandma praying for me, but I'm sinning When I told you I love you, I meant it Some days, I be feeling neglected How you smiling, going through depression Whole lot of shit I don't get to mention Only call me when it's beneficial You don't check up on me, I was going through it, but these niggas claiming they love me It was rainy, it was never sunny Wanna be with me cause I got money Acting posted, like you need a honey She miss Setty when I'm in her tummy, she can't take it Taking percs 'til the day, I'm just praying I make it Keep it real, why the fuck would I fake it? Lost my brother, like, why you ain't take me? Put my all in this shit, you was always right there When a nigga was slipping and falling and shit I ain't falling for shit I'ma get up, buy your momma a house Know you makking with JB, I'm balling for him I mix the percs with the Xans and just stick to myself, wishing I could just call him again I know they want me to lose and I put that on JayRipk, I never did nothing to them Lately I'm stuck in my feelings, I'm hoping the Xannies could make me forget, but I can't Know I'm bout to ride, I ain't talking rental I be crying on these instrumentals No, you can't relate you don't know what I been through Ten toes, know I'm really official It's a problem then we solving that issue, and I promise (On gang, Nazzy gang, Nazzy) When I'm gone, hope you never forget me Took her heart, I don't know how I'm living I been feeling lonely for a minute Grandma praying for me, but I'm sinning When I told you I love you, I meant it Some days, I be feeling neglected How you smiling, going through depression Whole lot of shit I don't get to mention Only call me when it's beneficial You don't check up on me, I was going through it But these niggas claiming they love me It was rainy, it was never sunny Wanna be with me cause I got money Acting posted, like you need a honey She like, "Setty, why you moving funny?" She like, "Setty, why you moving funny?"

My dream girl, those eyes, that nose My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts Haunt my bedroom at night and say "Let's get you home" They say "Grow up, be a man, 'cause until then You're nothing but a short-haired girl" But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand See my reason and "Goodbye cruel world" And oh my God, what's wrong with me? And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now's escaping me That's right, Margaret Dream girl, come, and sweep me off my knees I'd rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold To incubate the shadows you can't stitch back to your soles And you seemed fine just a few days ago But CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home Well now you swear in your prayers telling time "Promise I'll never have fun again If you'd stop flying," but then you start crying "Never mind, you win" And far too late came far too soon And the love you never made became the things you'd never do Oh, sweet Mary Dream girl, come, but keep your hands off me Go on back to bed my love, I mean, That's where dreams are supposed to be So come on, William, grow up, be a man 'Cause until then they're gonna treat you Like you're just a little girl But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you'll see that It's me who cries mercy while your fingers curl And, oh, are you at all like me? Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see? Someone, anyone? Of the two things we do on our knees Watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles Well, here is the church, here is the steeple Open the doors, see all the people Alright, that's enough, let's get you home

Never have I seen a place That reminds me of your face 'Til I heard it call to me Like a phone call from a friend Set in silence like a prayer If these walls could breathe the air They would sing a song of love And how it sometimes has to end Welcome home Your last and only one Never more to roam Have no fear If you don't see the sun I will hold you close Welcome home You are home No nothing tastes like sweet Sweet home Letters written in the den Folded news and coffee cans Simple things that I recall Not forgotten easily Dog is passed out on the lawn He will miss me when I'm gone He won't speak what he has seen Like the walls surrounding me Welcome home Your last and only one Never more to roam Have no fear If you don't see the sun I will hold you close Welcome home You are home No nothing tastes like sweet Sweet home Welcome home Your last and only one Never more to roam Have no fear If you don't see the sun I will hold you close Welcome home You are home No nothing tastes like sweet Nothing tastes like sweet No nothing tastes like sweet Sweet home

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour