The IRS - Just Got Home

You know that feeling when you get home and you just wanna stay there but you people are hassling you? Or you just wanna chill in bed, but work calls? This is the track for you. Typically top-notch lyricism from The IRS on top of…

SAMPLE:

You keep saying
That you don’t need me
You keep reminding me
That you can make it on your own
Just got home!

CHORUS:

I just got home
My feelings they go deeper and I really wanna see ya
But how can I meet ya when I just got home
Sometimes I wonder why I even use my phone
‘Cos we’re all on our own

VERSE 1:

Just got home and I’m out the door again
I love my friends but they think I’m ignoring ‘em
Gotta work; ain’t no time to snore in bed
Even though really all I wanna do is snore instead
Can’t miss work, gotta make money, I’d rather crawl in dead
And the joke is: at the end of the month, we’re all in debt
And if we’re all in debt they keep us all in check
Believe me, it’s an awful threat
I’ll show you just how awful it gets
It hurts as you move every step up the ladder
That’s why I’m like stuck in the manor
Just writing my grammar
Hitting the nail on the head like a hammer
I let the flow go free, ‘cos I ain’t a planner...
I ain’t a wheeler dealer, schemer or scammer
I am what I am, it is what it is, I ain’t helping you mans up
I tried to make a plan but ended up in a damn rut
Either way they’re gonna say you’re a damn thug
If you’re feeling me please put your hands up

CHORUS

VERSE 2:

See I just got home and I’m zoning in, too tired, ain’t totally focussing
My workday was a load of shit, I’m too broke quit, just have to roll with it
I’m over-did and over-done, so I’m so bitter when I go for lunch
But I’m no quitter when home time comes,
I got grind never hold mine up
The plan when I step through the door:
Got music to record, but I’ve already been through the wars,
If I wanna be a star better use the force
Missed call views, but I choose ignore
I’m busy and I wasn’t in the mood to talk
A little privacy, benefiting to my cause
If I ain’t got time, I could do with more please
‘Cos I already put down my door keys
Trust I can’t cope as an artist
Gotta meet targets, gotta reach dances
Wanna stay home, home’s where the heart is
And outside it’s as cold as the Arctic
Freezing, the sun’s gone low
So don’t bother asking, I ain’t on it man
I just got home

CHORUS

VERSE 3:

Trust I’m in a rush to get home, few pints at the pub before I go
Helps prepare for the storm
Soon as I step through the door, she’s like:
“Where you been? Do all your chores! Change the bins! Hoover the floor!”
Ain’t even sat down yet, yet I’m mad, I’m vexed like what am I doing this for! (Why!?)
Be damned if I know, same ting with rap for Kaiow
This music ting is stacking my dough
But I’m damned if I blow and I’m damned if I don’t
Gotta chase my passions
I don’t wanna end up a wasted talent
But if I don’t make it rapping then I’ll break my balance
So I gotta make this happen!
But how when I just got back
And the monkey’s on my back
Gonna need to bun my stash
So I puff my tack, like “Man! My days! I bun like that
My dreams are up in smoke, should really leave the bud alone
Keep my feet up on my throne, leave me be,
I just got home.