Buried In Detroit (feat. Big Sean) [Lucas Löwe Remix]

I'm a writer and a lover, I'm a Midwest music man

And I've been to a lot of places but I'm gon' end where I began

I took class in Carolina, got high smoking joints

And now they know my name in Paris, but I'll be buried in Detroit

Next to my father, and my father's father, too

I used to live in New York City but, baby, that ain't no substitute

Not for my hometown, that place people avoid

I've made love in every city, but

I'll be buried in Detroit

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

(Buried in Detroit)

I don't claim to be a prophet, I just speak my mind

I try to tell it like it is and sometimes God makes it right

I like my songs how I like my women, honest and to the point

You see, I got fucked up in Stockholm, but I'll be buried in Detroit

Next to my father, and my father's father, too

I used to live in New York City but, baby, that ain't no substitute

Not for my hometown, that place people avoid

I've made love in every city but

I'll be buried in Detroit

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (Buried in Detroit)

Man, I always kept it righteous knowing it would come back to me

Even when my hunger was outweighing the strategy

And I pray to God, like, I hope you got a map for me

Up at five AM, like, nobody want it as bad as me

I guess hunger either kill you or it energize you

Motor city, boy, I been a driver

The young Detroit legend, I swear I got the city inspired

And brought Em' out, too just to solidify it

D boy, D boy, that's how I was raised

Boss up or put the city on, forever my ways

Me and Ma started charity to give the kids clarity

And take it further than the foundation we lay

Thanksgiving Day Parade, I got carried through the city

And after that, I hope I get married in the city

And after that, I hope I buried in the city

Even when I'm gone, you gon' still hear me through the city

(Buried in Detroit) Whoa, whoa

(Buried in Detroit) Whoa, whoa

(Buried in Detroit)