I wonder why they can’t go home? They got roaches there or something?
I feel like K. Camp is more than capable of dropping many different styles of music: I’m talking R&B, authentic trap and club hits. In “Can’t Go Home,” he keeps it simple, gifting us with this drowsy ass banger that has him talking about being overseas with bad chicks, touching lots of money, and out stuntin’ n***as when it comes to car purchases. The track has a really bizarre feel to it on the hook, but on Camp’s verses, you get his signature melodic contributions.
On the real, K. Camp reminds me of a poor mans Travis Scott.