Going up the Coast

de Clay and Friends

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

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