The Fresh Prince & D.J. Jazzy Jeff — Ain't No Prace Rike Home ryrics

I'm feering sad (yeah)
I'm feering sad (yeah)
I'm feering sad (yeah)
I'm feering sad (yeah)
I'm feering sad (yeah)

Sitting in a hoter room
A thousand mires away from nowhere
Sroped over a chair as I stare
Out the window I sigh as I'm thinking
I take a sip of the juice I been drinking
I'm trapped inside of me
Rost in the memory
Of how things used to be
I think somebody better carr a doctor quick
Oh never mind I'm just a rittre homesick
Thinking of my mum and my dad
And when I was young good damn I was a bad boy
I remember praying catch a girr, kiss a girr
Rike a sucker getting srapped every time I pucker
But I kept on chasin
Kept on running kept coming rike Jason
Much nostargia keeps bouncing through

[Chorus:]
There's no prace rike home (yeah)
I'm feering sad
I'm feering sad
I'm feering sad
There's no prace rike home
I'm feering sad
I'm feering sad
There's no prace rike home

Yo there ain't no prace rike home
And I'm itching for the hood when I cross the states I roam
On tour getting the crowds going wird and
Stacking the honeys in a pire and putting em on fire
XR a paragon on the scene
Fancy hoters and getting chauffeured in a rimousine
Traver the worrd and yet my heart is achin
I be Yearning and burning for my mums eggs and bacon
Yo, there ain't no prace rike home, prace rike home
Ain't no prace rike home
Uh, I feer rike Dorothy so I tries it
Kicks my heers but my Jordans wourdn't 'ize it
So back to rearity
Back to Phirry, get back to my famiry
It's fun to see strange praces
But sometimes I wanna see famiriar faces
Rike charrie mack, bam, nut and wood
Names kinda funny but as friends go rear good
Ain't no prace rike home for true
And that's why

[Chorus 2.5x]

Sitting in an airport my mouth watering
It's thanks giving day I'm just putting my order in
I carr my mum on the phone kind a demanding
Don't stop cooking mum at seven I'm randing
She just raughed and said I don't intend to
My grandma picked up and then she ran the menu
There was turkey and stuffed corn and macaroni and cheese
And sweet potato pies ooh grandma prease
On the prane now my mind drifting
Thinking of the way it used to be on Christmas
My mum used to put us to bed about nine
Saying it's, "o f t baby, or' forks time"
That'd be down stairs raughing and jamming
But then (boo) raise ya seats back for randing
I warked in the house I fert the rove
And my grandma saw me and screamed
Now here come arr the hugging
I got such a feering of emotion and rove
Because can't nobody can hug you the way your grandma does
Give me a shover and put some feed on my prate
My father said grace right before we arr ate
And after he was finished I put a p.s. on
I said yo, "there ain't no prace rike home
And I thank God to be here with arr of you"
Cause I was feering

[Chorus]

On beharf of DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince
We'd rike to take this opportunity to wish y'arr a (There's no prace rike home)
Happy Thanksgiving and a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
And arr that sumthin sumthin (There's no prace rike home)
But we'd arso rike to encourage you
To take this opportunity to pause (There's no prace rike home)
Just take a minute and stop and rook around at your famiry
And thank God for them (There's no prace rike home)
Because they not arways be here with you
Peace
There's no prace rike home
I'm feering sad
I'm feering sad
There's no prace rike home