"Home Sweet Home" lyrics
Wretch 32 & Kano Lyrics
[Wretch 32:]
Mummy said I'm hard of hearing
In her golden earrings, this is like a golden era
Schooled by the golden parents
Do your chores and run your errands
Before you say a sentence 'cause
Children should be seen, not heard or interfering
So the front room door is closed
There's something on the stove sending shivers up my nose
And I can hear the dominos, then I hear one drop
Then the riddim's turning low and I hear, "Run shop"
And now I'm really on my toes, so I ran there extra quick
Came back excited like they might just let me in
Until they asked me, "Where's the Twix?" Oh, shit
Chatting to Melissa in the shop, she caused my memory to slip
"The boy came back here with no Twix
With a blue bag like mi nuh notice
He said that trick inna di book is the oldest
Where mi weed deh now mi ah roll it"
Here we go again and, man, I even spent the change
So I'm just hoping he forgets
And as I creep off to my room, I hear them call me Likkle Wretch
It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated
It was home sweet home when the community was raging
Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours
We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs
That was home sweet home to me
Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me
And you can switch up or act different
But my memory museum just won't take those from me
Luciano playing cleansing souls and it's touching mine
These times I've broke a dozen eggs 'bout a dozen times
Blamed it on my cousin cah my mother's the stubborn type
Probably won't let me touch the road till the summertime
Ran into the kitchen, can't be seen, gotta duck and dive
These times it's like the Hunger Games when the hunger strikes
Sipped the Baby Cham and now I'm feeling to butterfly
Left the Ritz biscuits, but I'll come back another time
Teef mi ah teef ya na
What you stole, you gonna reap yana
It's not everything you need yana
So much lessons earned running through my mother's purse
For that bus pass money tryna get to school to learn
Before she caught me
Boxed me in my face and turned me, "40"
I probably wasn't even fourteen in bullet-hole jeans
String vest got me looking mean
Was Mr. Lover when Shabba had the lean
And Desmond's was the ting
And the Fresh Prince's happy Black family
I thought that only happened on the screen
I saw it with my own two eyes that day
The saltfish had the sauce, but the rice was plain
Avon bubble bath when it's time to bathe
And the Faceoff caught my eye before the iPhone came
It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated
It was home sweet home when the community was raging
Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours
We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs
That was home sweet home to me
Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me
And you can switch up or act different
But my memory museum just won't take those from me
[Kano:]
Wretch text me in the Boeing 777
Must be lucky cah mi gaan a yard
Why does the land that I'm leaving feel like abroad?
Fifty-two race cards on deck, but I don't shuffle, nah
I don't bogle, I don't tap dance for massa, nah
That's a pass, bruv
Summer, Barking Road cassetars
Nothing classic like them Reeboks, I was gassing heartless
Screaming that, that, that, that's—
I rock the three stripes, but there was never three lions on my shirt
If ah nuh rasta
Seventy-three years of hurt, jewels still gleaming though
John Barnes, Carlton Palmer, Dez Walker, Ian though
Country and the Queen, but if they took a penalty
We couldn't look into the screen that was the talk amongst the niggers
It's funny how we come so far
Why coloureds are still bitching 'bout the last twelve yards
It's just a jar, geez
You flood the markets with your banana plantain
So you bastards can't speak when we're monkey chanting
Bet Saka never felt Blacker
And Rashford was the bees till finals
So really we're some, "He's alright thoughs
But only when they feed our child though"
But take a knee and that's taking the Michael
That's why I couldn't accept the honours list
'Cause one mistake, you're no longer Brit
That's common shit when you're from the bits
Aw, wog-a-matter?
Nigga mind, go black home, you'll be all white in the morning
That's the country that we're born in
[Wretch 32:]
It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated
It was home sweet home when the community was raging
Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours
We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs
That was home sweet home to me
Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me
And you can switch up or act different
But my memory museum just won't take those from me
Mummy said I'm hard of hearing
In her golden earrings, this is like a golden era
Schooled by the golden parents
Do your chores and run your errands
Before you say a sentence 'cause
Children should be seen, not heard or interfering
So the front room door is closed
There's something on the stove sending shivers up my nose
And I can hear the dominos, then I hear one drop
Then the riddim's turning low and I hear, "Run shop"
And now I'm really on my toes, so I ran there extra quick
Came back excited like they might just let me in
Until they asked me, "Where's the Twix?" Oh, shit
Chatting to Melissa in the shop, she caused my memory to slip
"The boy came back here with no Twix
With a blue bag like mi nuh notice
He said that trick inna di book is the oldest
Where mi weed deh now mi ah roll it"
Here we go again and, man, I even spent the change
So I'm just hoping he forgets
And as I creep off to my room, I hear them call me Likkle Wretch
It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated
It was home sweet home when the community was raging
Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours
We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs
That was home sweet home to me
Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me
And you can switch up or act different
But my memory museum just won't take those from me
Luciano playing cleansing souls and it's touching mine
These times I've broke a dozen eggs 'bout a dozen times
Blamed it on my cousin cah my mother's the stubborn type
Probably won't let me touch the road till the summertime
Ran into the kitchen, can't be seen, gotta duck and dive
These times it's like the Hunger Games when the hunger strikes
Sipped the Baby Cham and now I'm feeling to butterfly
Left the Ritz biscuits, but I'll come back another time
Teef mi ah teef ya na
What you stole, you gonna reap yana
It's not everything you need yana
So much lessons earned running through my mother's purse
For that bus pass money tryna get to school to learn
Before she caught me
Boxed me in my face and turned me, "40"
I probably wasn't even fourteen in bullet-hole jeans
String vest got me looking mean
Was Mr. Lover when Shabba had the lean
And Desmond's was the ting
And the Fresh Prince's happy Black family
I thought that only happened on the screen
I saw it with my own two eyes that day
The saltfish had the sauce, but the rice was plain
Avon bubble bath when it's time to bathe
And the Faceoff caught my eye before the iPhone came
It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated
It was home sweet home when the community was raging
Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours
We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs
That was home sweet home to me
Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me
And you can switch up or act different
But my memory museum just won't take those from me
[Kano:]
Wretch text me in the Boeing 777
Must be lucky cah mi gaan a yard
Why does the land that I'm leaving feel like abroad?
Fifty-two race cards on deck, but I don't shuffle, nah
I don't bogle, I don't tap dance for massa, nah
That's a pass, bruv
Summer, Barking Road cassetars
Nothing classic like them Reeboks, I was gassing heartless
Screaming that, that, that, that's—
I rock the three stripes, but there was never three lions on my shirt
If ah nuh rasta
Seventy-three years of hurt, jewels still gleaming though
John Barnes, Carlton Palmer, Dez Walker, Ian though
Country and the Queen, but if they took a penalty
We couldn't look into the screen that was the talk amongst the niggers
It's funny how we come so far
Why coloureds are still bitching 'bout the last twelve yards
It's just a jar, geez
You flood the markets with your banana plantain
So you bastards can't speak when we're monkey chanting
Bet Saka never felt Blacker
And Rashford was the bees till finals
So really we're some, "He's alright thoughs
But only when they feed our child though"
But take a knee and that's taking the Michael
That's why I couldn't accept the honours list
'Cause one mistake, you're no longer Brit
That's common shit when you're from the bits
Aw, wog-a-matter?
Nigga mind, go black home, you'll be all white in the morning
That's the country that we're born in
[Wretch 32:]
It weren't home sweet home when the community was gated
It was home sweet home when the community was raging
Pissing in the flats and that was pissing off my neighbours
We only dodged the providence so we could pay the bailiffs
That was home sweet home to me
Kano made "Home Sweet Home" for me
And you can switch up or act different
But my memory museum just won't take those from me
