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[Chorus] I'm sick of all the problems problems Been drinking too often often I've been staying out late out late I know I said that I'd be home But can I even call it home? When I don't even feel at home Can I even call it [Verse 1] Can I even call it home it's like a war-zone when you're in it But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone Tidy room tidy mind but you leave the whole room a mess I'm sick of being a pin cushion for you when you was stressed Too many nights I've made my bed laid in in and lied in it I could pretend I'm better but really who am I to kid? I ain't any better my behaviour's just as foul as yours Windows rattling from slamming doors as you get out your claws [Chorus] I'm sick of all the problems problems Been drinking too often often I've been staying out late out late I know I said that I'd be home But can I even call it home? When I don't even feel at home Can I even call it [Verse 2] Can I even call it home it's like a war-zone when you're in it But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone Tidy room tidy mind but you leave the whole house a mess I'd rather be out the house she'd like me under house arrest To think I bought the house to nest Security and bricks and mortar But this is torture I resent you and everything I bought ya Personality disorder potentially borderline You think I'm bipolar we're so up and down all the time [Chorus] I'm sick of all the problems problems Been drinking too often often I've been staying out late out late I know I said that I'd be home But can I even call it home? When I don't even feel at home Can I even call it [Verse 3] Can I even call it home it's like a war-zone when you're in it But I rattle about in it when I'm here all alone Tidy room tidy mind but you left my whole world a state What a twisted turn of fate we're born of love but learn to hate And I really can't take the stress I'd rather spend my days alone Not waste away, the day you left was the day the house became a home [Chorus] I'm sick of all the problems problems Been drinking too often often I've been staying out late out late I know I said that I'd be home But can I even call it home? When I don't even feel at home Can I even call it
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