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 on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
I was drivin' 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 on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
Used to wanna live in Brooklyn
With a view from my apartment
No more homies on the block like
On the corner like a stop light, ayy
I'm a ghost they never notice, ayy
Never showed up for the showbiz
Took it back to the beginning
When I knew when I was singing, yeah
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 on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
Brown sugar, she called me
The last time we spoke
This hard drive gon' save me
She answered, I know (one more time, come on)
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 on that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
I was going up the coast
In a minivan that broke
Pack my bag up, sick of home
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
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