BACKYARD

I been paying the price to yearn
I've been igniting a spark that could burn
Too close to home but miles away inside
I've never needed the crowd, the crowd to stroke my pride

I've been playing in the backyard
I've been playing loud and playing hard
Playing your heartstrings, I'm your first guard
Playing home-field, in the backyard

I'm addicted to the sun on my face
There ain't nothing like the feeling past first base, a real home run
Like a lunatic in the stands, waving a loaded gun
But when you have a shootout on your own block
You might survive the initial blast but die from the shock

Playin in the backyard
I've been playing loud and playing hard
Playing your heartstrings, a makeshift guitar
Home-field advantage, in our backyard