I left the dirt where I was raised, man I miss it every single day
Distant in the rearview where I drive, it starts to fade away
Mama always told me, son, one day, you'll have to represent this name
Oh, I pray to God that I make her proud, and for that I say
I'm packing my bags and I'm heading home
Gotta go, second chances and another song
Yeah, they play in the car as I sing along
Miss my siblings, miss my parents, miss my family
Man, I miss every single thing from where I belong
I'm coming home
I'm heading home
I'm coming home
Moved to Texas for some work
I made some friends and met some girls
God, I'm thankful for all of them
Would I change a thing? No, not a chance
Made mistakes with no regrets
Yeah, I'll miss you all and thanks for everything
But I'm packing my bags and I'm heading home
Gotta go, second chances and another song
Yeah, they play in the car as I sing along
Miss my siblings, miss my parents, miss my family
Man, I miss every single thing from where I belong
I'm coming home
I'm heading home
I'm coming home
I'm heading home
I'm coming home