Pink Humble Neighborhoods Lyrics

We don't wanna go home
We're bad people and we do bad things x2

Verse 1:
Here we go, don't ya know
We're the ones that keep it wicked
Rock n' Roll, all good, mix it up
That's my ticket
Cruising in my Cadillac Escalade tricking
Sometimes like it easy,
sometimes Like it rugged
Keep control, don't ya know
Hit the floor, run for cover yeah
Flew around the world about fifty times over
From New York to LA to the white cliffs of Dover,
the road can be my enemy
The road can be my lover

What shall we do this year,
We don't wanna go home.
What shall we do this year,
O No, No, you wanna go home!

Chorus:
From the humble neighborhoods
We're taking over the dance floor
(We don't wanna go home)
From the humble neighborhoods
We're getting out of control
(We're bad people and we do bad things)

Verse 2:
Here we go, Hit the road.
We're the ones that make it crazy
Mixed it up, try luck.
This ain't time to get lazy
Mettin' at 11 in the hotel lobby
Same faces, different places
Never knowing where we going now
Someday I'm gonna die but it
Won't be from boredom
If you've got the skills then I suggest
That you throw down
Meet us at the spot 'cause it's
Gonna be a showdown
Nay, you can't ride the bus
Man you better cool down

What shall we do this year 2x
We don't wanna go home

Chorus:
From the humble neighborhoods
We're taking over the dance floor
(We don't wanna go home)
From the humble neighborhoods
We're getting out of control
(We're bad people and we do bad things)

Verse 1
Here we go, don't ya know
We're the ones that keep it wicked
Rock n' Roll, all good, mix it up
That's my ticket
Cruising in my Cadillac Escalade tricking
Sometimes like it easy,
sometimes Like it rugged
Keep control, don't ya know
Hit the floor, run for cover yeah
Flew around the world about fifty times over
From New York to LA to the white cliffs of Dover,
the road can be my enemy
The road can be my lover

Verse 2:
Here we go, Hit the road.
We're the ones that make it crazy
Mixed it up, try luck.
This ain't time to get lazy
Mettin' at 11 in the hotel lobby
Same faces, different places
Never knowing where we going now
Someday I'm gonna die but it
Won't be from boredom
If you've got the skills then I suggest
That you throw down
Meet us at the spot 'cause it's
Gonna be a showdown
Nay, you can't ride the bus
Man you better cool down

Oooh we don't wanna go
We don't wanna go home
We don't wanna go...

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