Album Name : Southern Born Killers
Release Date : 2009-04-08
Song Duration : 4:41
Stuck Mojo Home
Nothing can compare to the feeling I get when I'm up on
stage, I feel right at home, Like I'm lounging on my
sofa man, And every single fan is my best of friends, I
swear I can float and fly, And touch the sky, My spirit
soars so damn high, So high that if I drop, I could
only fall on top, I'm zoning, My state of mind is
heaven, Open like 24-7 when the mic's in my hand,
Please understand no matter where I roam When I'm on
stage I feel right at home
And I'm at home
And I'm at home when I'm with you
Home is where the heart is, And our hearts are with
you, Every single time that we perform, We gotta do our
part kids Rock and roll and roll and rock ya, From the
night to morn, This music is a treasure, What a
pleasure, To vibe with you and you and you and you, It
couldn't get no better, Than when we run on stage and
hear the cheers, Getting love from who, The first to
the last row, Having a blast bro, How we locking it
down, Shortys first to the last row, Shaking they ass
yo, Loving how we rock the town, Home
And I'm at home
And I'm at home when I'm with you
Your inspiration gets me through
And I'm at home when I'm with you
And I'm alone without you
I'm at home in front of ten or ten thousand, Whether
you're rich or public housing, Every place I go feels
like home, Cause every night ya'll Got it going on
And now that we've come this far
I'll never turn my back on what brought me here
And it's been so long
That I could never thank you enough
And I'm at home