Man, it's kinda funny when I think back,
we used to bend antennas to hear the sound of a hype track,
Used to roll down windows, to make 'em feel that,
Self-appointed, public defenders of real rap
I wouldn't change it, spendin' a thousand hours a week
in that basement,
Saw where the kick, and the snare, and the bass went,
studying flows, to understand the placement
And it was all about mix tapes, and pause mixes,
couldn't afford the real thing,
All we needed was a pencil and a pad,
To elaborate on all the thoughts we had
And we didn't have much, but we had each other,
and that was more than enough,
We were, ..there for each other when times got tough,
and we were never good at givin' up, werd up
Take me Home,
Oh oh oh oh oh,
Ho, oh, oh, oh, ome,
Take me, Home,
Oh oh oh oh oh,
Ho, oh, oh, oh, ome
You give me a feeling that I can't let go of,
It's a collaboration in my soul,
There's nothin' else I've found that makes me whole,
You give me a feeling that I can't let go
I remember those times when, our relationship blurred the lines
and I got enveloped it, 'till my cerebellum was swelling to finish,
needed a minute with the horizon
And thank God, you taught me to write it down,
which brought me to His plan
That brought me to right now,
So every time I feel like puttin the mic down,
You remind me, I'm here to burn 'till the lights out
And I wouldn't trade a minute of it,
The blood, the sweat, the tears, you can keep 'em comin',
The hurt, the pain, the fears, when we stood above 'em,
And those failures helped shape who we'd become and
We didn't have much, but we had each other,
and that was more than enough,
When I was, fallin' apart, you were there from the start,
So you'll always have a piece of my heart, werd up
Take me Home,
Oh oh oh oh oh,
Ho, oh, oh, oh, ome,
Take me, Home,
Oh oh oh oh oh,
Ho, oh, oh, oh, ome
You give me a feeling that I can't let go of,
It's a collaboration in my soul and,
There's nothin' else I've found that makes me whole and,
You give me a feeling that I can't let go