Sweet Home

Sweet Home, Atlanta
On that east side, howdy-do
So if you from that there Atlanta
Then this blunt goes out to you, to you
Country boy walking, country boy talking
Don’t nobody visit these here parts often
That’s why we be sparking, see gorillas often
Take a hit and a whip, it’s smelling like a forest
I remember back when I was staying in apartments
A bad ass kid, jumping off the park bench
Dirty head full of lint from the carpet
Couldn’t stay in one spot, I was carsick
Sweet Home!
When I was growing up we didn’t have no heat on in the home
So in the winter we just lit heaters for the cold
And in the kitchen was nothing to eat but cereal
Sweet Home, Atlanta
On that east side, howdy-do
So if you from that there Atlanta
Then this blunt goes out to you, to you