Not Home Yet (try again) [feat. Sean C. Johnson]

I-35 north bound and the sun ain't up yet like we skating Riding shot gun with my son got love for the loveless if they hate us Red eye flight, long light, slow us down ain't upset we gone make it Now we running through the airport like a rare sport Catch some breath then when we racing Sometimes I get impatient Tell my son he better pick up the pace Then I know I got model the father So I pick up his bags and I run in his place Now we strolling on to our flight sweat dripping off our faces And southwest don't assign seats so we looking for 2 spots vacant Just wait till we get home I know we on that road We get back mama on that stove Just wait till we get home Flight leaves the 11th hour Skating on clouds over every mountain Son got the OJ man you better down it I already see the Devon Tower It’s the 405 to the 580 south bound we go We about to be home to the house we know We pound that road High five when we get home My daughter peeking through the window Wife meet me on the front porch My son always turn away when we kiss though The pain she feel I feel too The hurt they feel I will too And even though we under this roof we struggle to move Pilgrims got to till through So we open up that word Devo to give us shalom And as we hold our hands to pray I say Just wait till we get home This earth is not our home One day we’ll kneel at the throne Praise God forever not alone Just wait till we get home Just wait till we get home I know we on that road This earth is not our home One day we’ll kneel down at the throne Praise God forever not alone Just wait till we get home