Good To Be Home

Intro

Landed on Vol'Nova, and the club already knows my name,

every species in the building chanting through the same refrain,

good to be back home performing, this the only place that's real,

this the only floor I own without a thing left to conceal.

Verse 1

Four arms on the deck, spinning, grinning, never missing a beat,

scratching four tracks at once while the whole crowd finds its feet,

species stacked to the rafters, tentacles and horns and claws,

every single one of 'em locked into the same set of laws —

my laws. My cipher. My frequency, my pattern, my throne,

the only place in the galaxy where DiscoPrincess is home.

Earth crowd needed context, needed captions, needed proof,

Vol'Nova just needs the bassline and they're already through the roof.

No translating, no explaining, no watering down the flow,

they caught the pocket on the first pass, first bar, first show —

I spit it raw, they absorb it, no lag, no delay, no doubt,

this the one spot in the universe where I don't have to shout.

Hook

Good to be back home performing, finally understood,

Earth never got the language but Vol'Nova always could,

cleared this planet of the menace, so the menace don't return,

now every species on this rock knows exactly what I've earned.

Verse 2

Before the club, before the deck, before the four-armed set,

this planet had a smuggling economy the pirates ran and kept —

raiding cargo, running contraband through the docking bays at night,

holding half this system hostage till DiscoPrincess picked the fight.

Cleared 'em out one convoy, one checkpoint, one crew at a time,

turned their smuggling routes to supply lines, turned their crime into a rhyme,

didn't do it for the credit, didn't do it for the throne,

did it so a planet full of strangers could finally call it home.

Now the kids who used to hide when the pirate ships came through

pack a club to hear a human spit a language that they knew,

'cause pirates never touch a floor that's already been reclaimed —

Vol'Nova's mine to guard now, mine to guard by name and claim.

Bridge

Earth had the industry, Earth had the noise,

Vol'Nova's just got the floor and a crowd full of poise,

Earth kept asking questions I got tired of answering,

Vol'Nova just nods and lets the bassline do the talking.

Verse 3

Back on Earth I'm one of many, one voice in a crowded feed,

here I'm the one who cleared the sky so the whole club could breathe,

back on Earth they analyze the flow before they let it land,

here the four-armed DJ's already looping it by hand.

Different rock, different rules, different kind of fame,

but the pocket's still the pocket and the pen still knows my name,

Earth taught me the pattern, Vol'Nova gave it a home,

I carry both in the same breath every time I'm on the throne.

No menace left to worry, no contraband in flight,

just a club full of species who never doubt it's right,

and every time the deck kicks in and four hands start to spin,

that's the sound of a planet saying welcome home again.

Hook

Good to be back home performing, finally understood,

Earth never got the language but Vol'Nova always could,

cleared this planet of the menace, so the menace don't return,

now every species on this rock knows exactly what I've earned.

Spoken

Still the queen of this frequency, still the one who cleared the claim,

This music was created by DiscoPrincess -- Royalty of the night