Michael Shynes 'Home' // Official Lyric Video

::SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE RELEASES:: (Follow Michael)   / michaelshynesmusic     / michaelshynes     / michaelshynes   http://michaelshynes.com/ Lyrics // Ain’t scared of nothing I was born in hell, we got the heat the sinners and the devil as well This kind of town it just fans the flame, It don’t mean nothing unless the world knows your name And my friend plays a mean guitar, he writes the riffs and I sing the bars We practice in abandoned railroad cars, we sound like trash but think we’re superstars We were just young dreaming the dream, and trying to make our name up on that local scene Til late one night when my friend left town, and I started hearing music without the sound Saving money, working the drive thru, singing through the speaker will that be all for you Cashed it in and I bought that ride, just a pen a paper and my girl at my side Been searching and I meant to find it, but every curtain got a ghost behind Hear the voice of my Grandma saying go, but son if you make it don’t forget about home Getting high getting drunk every weekend, behind my girls back I’ve been sneaking Hear the voice of my father saying son, it don’t mean shit unless you hit number one And New York City is a den of thieves, I can’t afford to live, I can’t afford to breathe Along that barrel I would scrape and scrape until that beautiful day I went and made that mix tape Label man says there’s just too much sound, its too personal can you water it down Forget that I’m just gonna put this thing out, let the universe decide if I should wear the crown I went and made it I don’t know how, back home can you see me now Whole world can you see me now, long enough for you to put your iPhone down Grandmama there’s my name in lights, selling out arenas on a Tuesday night Swore at your I’d take us far, still sound like trash but I’m a superstar Been searching and I meant to find it, but every curtain got a ghost behind Hear the voice of my Grandma saying go, but son if you make it don’t forget about home Getting high getting drunk every weekend, behind my girls back I’m still sneaking Hear the voice of my father saying son, you’re just like me all you ever did was run Produced by Lance Conrad and Michael Shynes Lyrics by Michael Shynes Mixed and Mastered by Lance Conrad Keys by Andre Rodriguez