(+) Going Up
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 the road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
I drivin' in a van that was older than
I and I, plus 5, heading' kanye west
I fell off the edge 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
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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 the road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
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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 stop light
I'm a ghost they never notice
Never showed up for the showbiz
Took it back to the beginning (ye, ye, ye)
When I knew why I was singing
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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 the road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
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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 on the 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