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I wrote this song in a damn beat and I'm totally wrong, Staring at a window, me and my mobile phone, Puffing off some indo, feeling so far from home, I don't know why I'm playing; I'm finally on my own. About fifty-six days, how long have I been gone? But who's counting I just know, it's been a little too long. [Chorus:] And yeah I'm travelling, I'm packing for my back in my Connecticut, ... this is madness, I won't be happy until I get home! I won't be happy until I get home! I won't be happy until I get home! And I missed the moving so fast, I learned to take my time, This world can be hectic; you could be left behind, So, we stress, and let it eat us from inside, You got to get it off your chest and keep it off your mind. Sometimes I wonder when I'll see 25, Well, I'll be in three years, hopefully in my time. [Chorus:] And yeah I'm travelling, I'm packing for my back in my Connecticut, ... this is madness, I won't be happy until I get home! SongtexteI won't be happy until I get home! I won't be happy until I get home! Check it out! Feels good! Sometimes I feel like I'm right in my rightful way, In the studio night and day, Like... like I'm half my age, And all I need is a mike and a stage, Some would say, I say, I'm sick of these airplanes, Automobiles in these... shit, Maybe I'm right, then again maybe I'm wrong, Another day, another song, fuck I'm taking too long, And guess what happens... I won't be happy until I get home! I won't be happy until I get home! I won't be happy until I get home! I won't be happy until I get home! Singing in the house, Niggers know I'm around! Aus Songtexte Mania