Never Coming Home Lyrics by Hilltop Hoods
Unless I got the world in the palm of my hand,
And they hold me up like a champion,
One thing I know,
Is I’m never coming home again,
Unless I’m weightless and I ride the sky,
And I see my name in the shining lights,
If it’s all in my head, and the road never ends,
I’m never coming home again,
I’m never coming home again,
I’m never coming home
Let’s get this road trip started, into the unknown, uncharted,
Looking for a better day, I’m booking me a getaway, where there’s hope there’s hardship,
I’m a roam in the vastness, but the road to Nirvana’s, not my home where my heart is,
If I light up the house in a fire my doubts won’t grow in the darkness,
One-way ticket with a plan to, *** it till I’m bigger tell my critics I’ll be back soon,
I’ll be chilling in the back room, rather fall through the cracks than be living in a vacuum,
Won’t rest till I’m bona fide, each step I’m a own it like,
I know if I created my success then I’m the architect of my own demise,
Gotta try believe I’m unstoppable, cannot fly free If we all got to fall,
Never coming home if I’m only, satisfied to achieve the impossible,
Until then I’m chasing the vision, made it my mission to escape from the system,
So the place I live in ain’t my prison
Unless I got the world in the palm of my hand,
And they hold me up like a champion,
One thing I know,
Is I’m never coming home again,
Unless I’m weightless and I ride the sky,
And I see my name in the shining lights,
If it’s all in my head, and the road never ends,
I’m never coming home again,
I’m never coming home again,
I’m never coming home
Nah, nah, nah, he’s not coming home till he conquers,
Till he runs the industry, owns the factory, till he’s Willy Wonka,
They really feel he pretty bonkers, till he tantamount to a God he’ll be godless,
Really need a crown, he a monster, acting out like Millie Bobby Brown or Billy Bob is,
He a Hillatoppa, in that top spot, but drop off?
It’s where they really want ya, they’ll jump on the numbers like hopscotch,
So put numbers on the board like a math tutor, numbers on the board like a mass shooter,
Smash through the back to the front, can’t fall off, Hans Gruber,
Lambs to the *** in my playpen, dance to the pen plays mayhem,
Never complacent, bounce off the walls like echo location,
Never can rest like I dreamt of Wes Craven, never play safe and never vacation,
Never come home ‘less they decorating my chest full of medals and I get an ovation