Far from Home - Denace

李健 異鄉人 披星戴月地奔波 只為一扇窗 當你迷失在路上 能夠看見那燈光 不知不覺把他鄉 當做了故鄉 只是偶爾難過時 不經意遙望遠方 曾經的鄉音 悄悄地隱藏 說不出的諾言 一直放心上 有許多時候 眼淚就要流 那扇窗是讓我 堅強的理由 小小的門口 還有她的溫柔 給我溫暖陪伴我左右 披星戴月地奔波 只為一扇窗 當你迷失在路上 能夠看見那燈光 不知不覺把他鄉 當做了故鄉 只是偶爾難過時 不經意遙望遠方 曾經的鄉音 悄悄地隱藏 說不出的諾言 一直放心上 有許多時候 眼淚就要流 那扇窗是讓我 堅強的理由 小小的門口 還有她的溫柔 給我溫暖陪伴我左右 有許多時候 眼淚就要流 那扇窗是讓我 堅強的理由 小小的門口 還有她的溫柔 給我溫暖陪伴我左右 給我溫暖陪伴我左右 給我溫暖陪伴我左右

When I was a growing boy A-rocking on my daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl cousins sang harmony Those were the good old family times That left a big mark on me Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam Where the Canada geese once filled the sky And then I won't be far from home Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam You won't have to shed a tear for me 'Cause then I won't be far from home Walking down the trans-Canada highway I was talking to a firefly Trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee When another car passed me by Some day I'm gonna make big money And buy myself a big old car Make my way on down to that promised land And then I'm gonna really go far Bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam Where the Canada geese once filled the sky And then I won't be far from home Just bury me out on the prairie Where the buffalo used to roam You won't have to shed a tear for me 'Cause then I won't be far from home

I'm far away from home, but I'm sure I know she knows That there's nobody else existing in my world In the middle of the road, a beacon lighting up for help Telling me to come back home, I don't know where to go In the morning, with nobody next to me In my bed, in my bed So lonely, will somebody come and help? I'm rotting in the image of my head

Dear Colson I wrote you but you still haven't posted The only time you rocked a full house Was when you were an Olson But anyways fuck it man Hows your little daughter Hopefully not getting involved with Needles like her drug addicted father I'm on another plane I'm so awoken You tryna emerge and see but crash, you sully choking And when I'm home alone bitch You're still Macaulay Culkin I'll march with the NRA to have this Machine Gun Kelley broken Tough little pistol Kelly Shit I'll fist you so hard till I hit your belly This dude is anorexic somebody get him a sandwich Mixed with Jelly I'm not even pissed, no really I'm ballin like a disco, silly Those jabs you missed though Nelly I'm comin for your wrist throat Kelly Come at me dawg, I'm sick Polio These haters are all liars coming out the woodwork like pinnochio I hate these mumble rappers They go "DA DA DA DI" Catch me in a maserati (Skkkkrttt) Or a fucking buggati That I don't own I rent, to be somebody I don't know (Lil Pump) I don't know (Lil Pump) Lil Yachty I'm a Jambaddi Okay I'm gettin side tracked Back to Kelly The fake makaveli Bandana round your throat Just fuckin do it Hang yourself stupid And Logan Paul will take a pic Jump off a roof and finally make a hit You're shady's bitch About to get smoked like a Jamaican Spliff This square'll get chopped up into bacon bits Ahh, what was I sayin shit Oh yea I wanna let people know this That I've noticed The comments, that I'm a shady clone and I believe that I am him, and I'm with Kim And I'm delusional There's something you should know I'm not a lunatic I just knew this shit That I used to get Myself exposure and it worked I'm on the news and shit You're laughing at me While I'm here laughing at y'all Talking shit behind a computer surrounded by walls And I'm gettin paid Probably fuckin your bitch That's why she doesn't answer your calls So fuck you all Fuck all of y'all I hate these mumble rappers They go "DA DA DA DI" Catch me in a maserati (Skkkkrttt) Or a fucking buggati That I don't own I rent, to be somebody I don't know (Lil Pump) I don't know (Lil Pump) Lil Yachty I'm a Jambaddi Marshall is taking to long Time for the Stans to unite To stand up and fight! Raising standards Like I am Stanford For every stanza I'm planning to write I can walk on water But still standoffish (off fish) You understanding my lines? Dismantling mics With candles to light This ouija board We handle tonight The rap devil's getting baptized The power of Jesus compels you (Sike) If anything needs to be exorcised on this guy it's a muscle Like bashir's mum, son We gettin ready to start a dizaster I'm wiping away you scum chunks Like switching a carbon reactor Y'all ain't shit but a cum dump See man I'm trashing this wrapper But we know this don't actually matter This is just the calm before Marshal gets at ya Bitch wait You're a shit stain Are you pussys mad at this click bait Fuck it I'll stick the tip of my dick In ya chick till the clitorous rips Knock Knock Knock Who the fuck is that? I dunno let me check Yo what up it's Kells Cleveland Yo throw a beat on Hand me the clippers his beard is weird Clippers? Uh yeah And a black shevel Shevel? don't you mean shovel No. I mean shevel Yeah where's the auto tune at? I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats lets talk about it I'm sick of eating food when I see a dude I just walk around it I'm sick of being a stick and feelin like shit but I'm still Kelly So much seamen inside of my belly and now I am feeling it swelling Damn Shut up you hella thin skeleton You're just an irrelevant elephant In the room, soft as watermelon gelatin Gone off the deep end like louise and thelma did Lookin like a alien Local like L.A.N Where is chris hanson when We need to catch a man who's been Dangling his teenie little weenie on the gram again No wonder marshal's panicking you're gonna get hammered in Switch Keep screwin around you might be the Dumbest motherfucker since Justin Bieber Or logan paul when he tried to tweet a Diss up against Chris D'elia This overtatted bony bastard lookin like some molten plastics Thinner than the strings of woven baskets Hopeless codeine addicts Homeless brad pitts Looking like a nazi who would vote for fascists Dome on acid go gadget Straight into a closing casket Collecting heads like sleepy hollow Y'all don't know me but you need to follow Eminem's the goat and Kelly is dope But both will overdose and not see tomorrow Damn. That's a hard pill to swallow I'm in the car now and I killed the bottle Tekashi in the trunk Lil Yachty in the front and I'm driving drunk Into the wall bro Thank you ladies and gentleman for listening Sincerely, Stan I hate these mumble rappers They go "DA DA DA DI" Catch me in a maserati (Skkkkrttt) Or a fucking buggati That I don't own I rent, to be somebody I don't know (Lil Pump) I don't know (Lil Pump) Lil Yachty I'm a Jambaddi

Rest in peace Machine Bun Jelly Dear Stan... oop, shit, scratch Dear Mr. I'm-too-good-to-call-or-write-the-Stans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass But it's a eulogy, stupid geek, hope you like it Took me two beers and a jelly sandwich to write it Been six days now, no word I don't deserve it You got my last diss, bitch Cause it was perfect! The flow was a little off Cause I had a fifth of vodka Marshall came through with the kill And then shot ya But this is the double tap To this fuckin' brat And the rest of mumble rap It's time to cut the track Like a lumber jack Can't believe you need a bodyguard to chuck a jab Talkin' up a bunch of smack What the fuck is up with that? Only place your punches land Is a fuckin' punching bag, cut the act I'm sure this barrel will fit Where your apparel would sit More street cred than Vanilla Ice I'm barely convinced Both of you wore the same parachute dress That didn't even open when your careers took a plunge Fired shots on your entire block How can I be afraid of death when I die a lot? (whoops) I heard Em disowned you I might adopt (yup) Popped up buyin' shots, got blocked Left the tabs open, Firefox And how's this guy still tweetin' from inside a box Did you Fall Out Boy And now you're tryna rock? Nice tat, now go binge on a giant cock You got a record deal and I don't (bitch) You can sign whatever you want But I won't (bad boy) But I'll never lose sleep You know what rhymes with Iggy Azalea What? Talentless, overrated, chick from Australia What else? Fake, plastic, paraphernalia Ass and tits like they were bit by a tick with Malaria (gross) Yeah, now it's our turn, shit Joe Budden's getting clicked Like the power on switch Such a sour old bitch, and delirious Sirius, you faker than Howard Stern's wig And you can hardly hang Bout to drop like Artie Lange Retired from hip hop The day the truck to pick up the fuckin' garbage came, Charlamagne And you can depart a plane into the ocean So we never hear your retarded brain start again Bhad Bhabi, you clearly a hoe How you been 15 for three years in a row? Go on Dr. Phil's show, and call your mom a bitch Now you're makin' hits? (huh?) And people got the nerve to ask why I'm an atheist? Shit, no wonder I'm feeling alone It's a conspiracy, bro! Earth is flat! Not a sphere or a globe Eminem is a clone Kylie Jenner's the richest woman alive from a career on her own Shit... I guess the world is full of idiots No wonder I give up tryna give a shit (aaaah!) I'm Steve Jobs to this PC culture So like Bruce Jenner's dick, time to get rid of it (oops) Odd "Future", you're way to predictable Bout to cut you into more pieces than an Eminem interview (haha) By the way why you tryna make him sway, Sway? Retract calling someone who called himself gay, gay Damn! Did you guys forget what rapping is? (huh?) Fall on your head and forget who Marshall Mathers is? (huh?) The church is jacking kids Donald Trump is grabbing tits But you're mad at this?? (wow) Well guess what? (what?) Tyler's still a faggot bitch But I'll never lose sleep (nope) Hey little troll, put the gun down (ra ta ta ta) Everybody blood now I got the munchies You're just lunch meat I bring such heat You must bring sunscreen (woo!) Yeah, I drove off a bridge, right into Crystal Lake With my Lil Pump in the trunk Wrapped in some tape They call me Stan Fuck 'em, I'm ram-bunctious Came back to life with an a-ppetite for Some clout chasing, an amp to fight more Take a bite, it's so damn delightful They can hate, but they can't deny me They have an issue, Stans behind me Blue, yellow, purple pills Enter the matrix, agent's field You all, sound the, same it's, sick You even look alike Face tats, and lisps A bunch of hypocrites at the least You fake cunts At least I sound But I'll never lose sleep (nope) Sincerely, Stan P.S. FUCK LOGAN PAUL!!! UH, FUCK!!