(Yeah, we gonna jam out on this one. Yeah.)
I've been on a mission, yeah, to find what's really true.
I got lost, I didn't know what else to do (Yeah)
But now I'm back on the road (Now I'm back on the road)
Coming home (Coming home), I've been gone
For far too long,
Make your life a mission, not a intermission,
'Been waiting too long, cooking hope in the kitchen,
Nobody to serve, no plates no pots,
Good god, the heart sings like a broken bird,
I left my platinum and a long lost love,
as a dreamer that sleeps, but he never wakes up,
But in due time, i'ma be just fine,
Follow your heart, it'll lead your mind between
A rock and a hard place, a cop and a car chase,
Arrested in the back seat, screaming "I'm sorry,
Forgive me, forgive me simply, I got my bags packed,
and I'm leaving the city, forgive me, forgive me simply,
'cause I got my bags packed, and I'm leaving the city,"
So baby you can keep on cooking right in the kitchen, 'cause mwah,
I'm on a mission, I'm gone.
I've been on a mission, yeah, to find what's really true.
I got lost, I didn't know what else to do,
But now I'm back on the road, I'm
Coming home (I said I'm coming home) I've been gone,
For far too long (fuh, fah, too, uh)
They say the mission is impossible, nah,
I need a physician on this road to perdition where
I am the sickness, I can't be cured, need a vaccine,
God, I'm sure the world is acting.
It's a Truman Show, with me in the middle,
and the riddle of it all is an enigma of a missile,
getting fired like a pistol, releasing the pain,
playing Russian roulette on the road to change,
Vote for this president vote for that one,
Grey haired white man or the cool black one,
Who's choosing, right or wrong?
When I barely found the words in my soul, just to write this song?
Poems upon poems, another day getting stoned, watching time pass on a long walk home.
Poems upon poems, another day getting stoned, watching time pass on a long walk home.
Gone, and I'm still on my own, gone gone gone. Just a mission, mission.
I've been on a mission, yeah, to find what's really true.
I got lost, I didn't know what else to do, I'm
Coming home, I've been gone,
For far too long (fuh, fah)
My life is like a candle in the wind,
Put this track on wax 'fore my life gets dim,
They call me Chris Young, I gotta lotta friends,
Some with me when I lose, most around when I win.
A foe is not a friend, a friend is not a foe,
but I'm friends with the flow, read how the story go.
Once upon a time, I used to get fucked,
now ah-give a thumbs up if you think I suck.
Look, straight into the mirror, you are staring at a winner.
If tomorrow never comes, pray to God you remember,
Now is everything, the past ain't shit,
Fuck being broke, fuck being rich.
Cash rules everything except your soul,
Pack a fat bowl, meditate on the road,
The road is the stone and the quest is my own where,
My ceiling is the floor and the clouds are gone,
(Up)
I've been (side) on a mission, (down) yeah, to find
(when I'm on my road now) what's really true.
(Ha) I got (Yeah) lost, I (One time) didn't know what else to do,
but now I'm back on the road, I'm
Coming home, I've been gone,
For far too long.