Lyrics:
Just tryna find my way home
Tryna find where there's no place like
I don't think twice, to get this shit I won't play nice
You see, the game's
the lights off in a perfect storm
I just might stretch my extension cord
Then strangle you all the way to my home.
In my house of horrors now
Lightning strikes
those keys
She knows which notes she ain't
Write on her own there's no way to make her
Wait and stay lonely
But maybe someday your baby might have a home
Would
Know me, broken by my master
Teach thee on child, love of hereafter
Into the flood again
Same old trip it was back then
So I made
hoes we on
Let's eat these shrooms 'til they gone
Now we having a threesome in the whip on the way home
I'm feeling experimental
Just popped two
tryna play with my soul
I'm just tryna find where to go
I'm tryna remember the way
I'm tryna get back to my home
But I can't do this on my own
That's why
West side highway views we Cruisin
Sleep Inna back seat long way home
West side highway
50 dollar Uber
Sleep on you but you so small
Feels so
to you to feel my pain
When I'm miles and miles away from the ones I need and call my own
And I'm on my way back home
And I'm miles and miles away
And I'm
Working hard
On a way to fund a daydream
Eyes wide open
While I'm swimmin in a play stream
This is my home
Climb the tower to the 8th C
This is my throne
Prada my designer prolly black owned
Only in the streets to get some change and bring it back home
Let me talk my shit
White chalk adlibs
This
home?
I was a rebel then, now I just get along
I was a rebel then, now I just get along
Too many things going out the way I'm going
I was a rebel then,
I was a corner boy, meetin' cats by the corner shop
Since I had boy in he corner on
Tryna make my way home but it was cordoned off
Cah they caught
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
yet
You can have them by the sack
Coins that haven't been minted yet
That you never have to give back
Money, money, money, money, money, money
I write the book down line by line
I'm feeling good when I do it like this
So come on and turn it up because you can't resist
Because I'm back with
right
I can lead this thing
Cause baby, I ain't trippin' on the meaningless same game
Never let none test, one flesh
Niggas there by step 'til death
of places I've traveled coast to coast
No where can come close to the place I love the most
Way back in the mountains will always be my home
Back to my roots
alanta no way back home
Damn im so far gone
So the least you can do for me
Is just notice (yeah)
All these bitches in ya comments
Making a fool outta me
cap
Beat off bells from the brucka
I pray that I make it home for supper
Discharge slugs from this cannon
And hop back inside the 4 door wagon
Splash,
have the
Im just tryna have the time of my life now i’m
In the backseat
With my phone on red
Just tryna get back home
Woke up out my sleep
In
doing it my way
Taking it to the floor then bringing back stop
Waiting a minute pause then making that booty drop
Man i'm so nice
So cold I am so ice
I'm
bring your ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch getting head on the highway
My way, deep throat on Luke's boat
Jumping Jack Flash it's a gas gas gas
I was raised by a toothless bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
But it's alright now in
waiting for you
Can't hold their hands back, can't make the sun rise
It's always something, you know it's always something
On your way back home again
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