Lyrics:
Tears dripping into my glass
The taste getting bitter and bitter
I can't even notice
Way too much shit on my mental I'm driving I can't even focus
Lil
I can't make my way
Home
That's where I found you
Still
Hung on the wall
You
Haven't been touched in
God knows how long
Home
Home
Home
Home
Still
night's busy with fun, entrancing (Oh, yeah)
(Yo) I’m an adult now with my own ideals
Coming back home at any time that I feel
Flipping the bird
Milking money out these hoes you could tell by the way that I'm dressing
Bae this my profession, na I just ain't s***
Neither are you but that's something
adore
So I tried it in aurar
Conscience intervened concentrating on my cream
I'm tha king, make a move, pawns all tha way to queens
I'm a don, I'm
See I'm just tryna find my way and find my worth up in this world
It seems like every couple months I'm broken hearted by a girl I've loved so much
Its Jibbs lady's and gentlemen
DJ give us sum to ride to
My shawty's on her way home from work soon
And I'm a do it like we did it in high
home
Far too much
Time is now to make it out this bush
Gotta live my life in the way I should
Guide my bros An let my fam be good
I've gotta be
Law man, I'm afraid you just walked in here at the wrong time
My old man's gun has never been fired
But there's a first time and this could be
And made a change to my days of old,
And shaped the ways and go and grow,
And take away my father's soul,
Hey, this before the days of when I was maybe
women by the twos If they ask me if I'm lyin', I'll never tell
The truth Infected flow sicker than a nigga with the
Flu If we talkin' beef, nigga, I'll
taking a shot
At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," couso
He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking
I'm getting my dick licked by a thick bitch when
the way I live, c'mon
Chorus 2X
[Mr. Serv-On]
See my life
If it was a book I'd tell my homies turn back the page
Cause it be like I'm a little child
Wonder if i'll make it to my old days yeah
Sometimes when i wake up i don't feel okay
I'm too fucking young to be feeling this way
I take too many drugs
and lean, lean til my feet hurt, skate then I revert, revert to my old ways, oh man take me back to my old days,
Yeah, putting shrooms in my ojs, trying
controlled by this substance// The loneliness, having a home is what I mostly miss/ My only wish, is that I never sold my soul to opiates// I gave away my
years old pulled myself out my car seat
Help my mama back when she lock herself out
That's when I learned that the way that my heart beat
Lend a helpin'
fam been rolling since the 60's, but I ain't no crip
Trynna get you home and give you all of this dick
Yeah I know I'm nasty please don't screenshot my
alone, I'm not alone||I cant breathe without you,|I cant sleep without you by my side everynight,|I cant eat without you,|I cant dream without you by my
Blueface, she two-faced off Dusse, no 2K, she a player
And my old bitch want a new slate but I'm way too high to care
Imma smoke this here new flavor, I'm too
revise, They just us in disguise
STG Arise like some stay at home jobs, And I got mob ties
You can see it in my eyes
STG Arise like some stay at home jobs,
Stuck, looking for transport, anything to take my niggas back home
I remember,
it was real, niggas with that broke
Pass over the last bit of money you got
the move if I'm just tryna improve man
I ain't gonna be no one
I ain't gonna be no one
I ain't gonna be no one
I ain't gonna be no one
I was tryna find my
wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga pronto
Bip-de-boo-da-badda-beat it like a bongo
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