Come Home

(album: Keep Going - 2019)

(No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
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Life's crazy
My parents worried 'bout me
'Cause I didn't talk to nobody, just made beats
And now I get paid by the syllable
Gotta thank 'em though, I know it can be difficult
As I tip-toe in and out of zip codes
All on a mission of love, that's what I live for
I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals
You see my old ones now because I lived those
You got to admit, ma
I told you I was gonna get into Duke and I did, ma
I told you I would get signed and I did, ma
Look at this, ma, look at this, ma

(No, no
No, no, no, no
No, no
No, no, no, no)

All my friends feel trapped and afraid
I close my eyes and try to imagine a way
To wash all my old patterns away
I had to stop smoking 'cause it scattered my brain
"Fuck bitches" is what my favorite rappers would say
I say there is something beautiful after the pain
After the pain, this can't be real
Turns out the ladder to fame is a hamster wheel
When we played the Palace, my parents were first row
That's a feeling that I don't even have words for
I did my song, went backstage, and drank a Henny bottle
Picked up my phone and then I started texting any model
I used to put a target on every cute face
And keep Plan B pills in my suitcase
"That's gross, time to grow," that's what Ronny said
Man, Willie just called, "Dawg, Ronny's dead"
I'm tryna stumble to a truer view
I'm noticing the sky is a bluer hue
It's time to get to work, that's what doers do
I'm looking in the mirror like, "Who are you?"