Franky Basche - Something Homemade
Автор: Franky
Загружено: 2026-02-10
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Verse 1
Front porch light when the sun goes down,
Dust on my boots from the edge of town,
Radio hums that familiar sound,
Feels like home when I’m back around.
Old back road knows my name,
Every mile still feels the same,
Ain’t rich but I’m okay,
Got everything I need this way.
Pre-Chorus
I’ve been chasing lights that shine,
But the real ones were here the whole time.
Chorus
Yeah, this life’s homemade, simple and real,
Built on love, yeah, that’s the deal,
No gold chains but it’s worth more than gold,
Every memory’s already sold.
From the heart to the streets I roam,
Every song I sing comes home,
I’ve been everywhere but I still know
Nothing hits like something homemade.
Verse 2
Friday night under stadium lights,
Hands in the air, singing out loud,
Old friends laughing like we never left,
Same small town, same kind of proud.
Mama’s cooking, screen door slam,
Cold drink sweating in my hand,
Life moves fast but I don’t mind,
These are the days you don’t outrun.
Pre-Chorus
I tried leaving it all behind,
Turns out home was on my mind.
Chorus
Yeah, this life’s homemade, simple and real,
Built on love, yeah, that’s the deal,
No gold chains but it’s worth more than gold,
Every memory’s already sold.
From the heart to the streets I roam,
Every song I sing comes home,
I’ve been everywhere but I still know
Nothing hits like something homemade.
Bridge
You can chase a dream down an open road,
But some things you don’t replace,
It’s in the dirt, it’s in the soul,
In every familiar face.
Final Chorus
Yeah, this life’s homemade, just like me,
No filters, no apologies,
A little rough but it holds its shape,
Every scar’s part of the frame.
From the roots that won’t let go,
To the fire that keeps me brave,
I’ve been everywhere but I still know
Nothing hits like something homemade.
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