Lyrics:
would make me depressed
But y'all didn't know the whole time I've been blessed
But thank you for times even if they're behind
There isn't a way y'all can
by strangers
A creep for the civilians
So disrespectful
So-called human beings
I am the stranger
This guy's not welcomed here
Going to the bazaar
Yeah, this is what happens when you stay up all night
You start thinking about the past
I just want you to know you're not alone, cause I've got
put a little brew in your IV
Don't die, OH, he's tryin' to speak
"Fuck you, you're punches are weak"
So Bitch, you want to talk shit again!
I
fresh prints, p!
Prince popped in Purple Rain
I, got tons of songs embalmed in my own brain
Coming from a serious mind
Curious George, ape-like, taking
there’s been times
Where I questioned your existence
But loving you is an instinct
& even if we’re distant
I still keep seeking
You’re what got me so
about me you looking damn good
and I could fuck you better than your him your man could
Cuz if your man good you'd be home by now
let it be known by now
two-day-old newborn's at home crying for food
I'm driving in silence... crying for you
Both tryna reach a nurse, I'm not ready to see a hearse
Wonder if you
been two years, you're sitting in the same spot
Chilling in the same blocks
Me and you are different
You talk about beef
While I plan your route home
instead
Now I feel a groove coming on
You think that you’re doing home?
I think the nights still young
I think there’s time for a little fun
Oh it’s getting
Relax, breathe
(And the award goes to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis)
Me
There's a stranger holding my award
I give her an awkward hug she says "It's yours"
to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're crashin'
So if I'm not dreaming
I hope you get this message that I will always love you from afar
'Cause you're my mom
took this too far
I want a new life (start over)
One without a cause (clean slate)
So I'm coming home tonight (yeah)
Well, no matter what the cost
hanging low.
Every stranger’s face is a mirror.
And I’m thinking about my father coming home from work,
Looking so defeated in his button-down shirt.
Maybe
from so called friends that tend to lie a lot
There's snakes up in the grass, but, bubba shit, I'm used to walking tall
And if I feel you're talking
my homies on it
Cause there's more life
Than cars and stacks of a hundred
I ain't going to act
If I throw some dollars up
Won't have me in the max
You
, you'll be either drowned or crushed
By what you're driving me to say because you drove me fuckin' nuts
All this anger I've been sitting on, building
a broken home yet you keep on throwing stones (Breathe)
Question who I'm hanging with
Thinking I'm banging all them
There's no one you trust me with
You
I ain't even gonna front
Cause ultimately you're gonna be the only one
That the money from the bills is coming from
There's no reason to always show
fooled by the fairy tale lies
Some days, some springs hold
But in the storms there's never a rose
No one to turn to some people I've been
Will miss you in
I know you're unsettled
By what's in your heart
Not sure where to turn to
When coming home feels hard
When nothing feels steady
And nowhere feels
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
I'm hurting inside
There you go cuz, see I swallowed my pride
I was four deep on a neuron bike
I'm on a trip, shoes on tight
While I cruise on by
on
creeping slowly as tortoises
but what's the point in this if you're dull and dim
better sharpen up quick if you want to cut it
just another number to them
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