Come Home

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Life's crazy

My parents worry 'bout me

'Cause 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 into another zip code

All on the mission to love, that's what I live for

I got big dreams, ma, I got big goals

You seen my old ones now because I live those

You've gotta admit ma

I told you I was gonna get into the duke, ma

And I did, ma

I told you I'd get signed and I did, ma

Look at this, ma, look at this, ma!

(No, no

No, no, no, no

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All my friends feel trapped and afraid

I close my eyes and try to imagine a way

To wash all my old patterns of way

I had to stop smokin' 'cause it scamming my brain

"Fuck bitches," it's what my favorite rappers would say

I'd say there's something beautiful after the pain

After the pain, this can't be real

Turn out the ladder to fame

Isn't a hamster wheel

When we played the place my parents would first roll

That's a feeling that I don't even have words for

I did my song [?] backstages and drinking Henny bottle

Pick up the phone and then I started texting any model

I used to put target on every cute face

And keep playing B-Pills in my suitcase

"That's gross, time to grow," that's what Ronny said

Man, Wille just called, "Dwag, Ronny's dead"

I'm tryna stumble to truer view

I'm noticing that sky is a bluer hue

It's time to get to work, that's what doers do

I'm looking in the mirror, like "How are you?"