Home To Me (Feat. Chris Patrick)
Reason
3:50Yeah, yeah, yeah. 1 2 1 2 1 2 Soul, in a different, we'll get there Too stuck on moments Trying to drown out the pain so nigga kept pourin' Locked in on the hate, but the love kept flowing Yeah, denying all my demons to keep the ship moving Sometimes I wish I could fly away Yeah, and fly away My spirit low the sky's gray. Seek for brighter days Steady trying to change direction. Hard to hide my ways The tears that I'm letting go rain on my parade Got to know the real me while soaking and broken I know I'm healing, but it hurts to be potent and open I've been limiting myself, not speaking on moments It's photosynthesis Look I should be focused on growing. I try to numb all my deepest pain in them dark days with the liquor and pussy I hit em all, parlays Why I give the negative so much of my attention? I've been living dreams, spilling hope, and I get pack buildings Take my lowest moments and create a path with them Sharpe while I'm speaking truths. I feel like Katt Williams I woke up every day and I put on that mask nigga knowing damn well I was on my last nigga I was down bad Too stuck on moments. Trying to drown out the pain so nigga kept pourin' Locked in on the hate, but the love kept flowing Yeah. Denying all my demons to keep the ship moving Sometimes I wish I could fly away, Yeah Sometimes I wish I saw brighter days. Yeah Sometimes I wish I was miles away. Yeah Sometimes it feel like the sky is gray. Yeah Sometimes I wish I could fly away I got a plot of land by a lake Little rowboat I go fishing every day That's where I like to go when I need a little break from the noise What is life when you live in disarray? If it wasn't for my babies, I'd surely be gone Standing at the gates, wondering if my story is strong Henny to the face Got to wait to the 40 is poured Jaded to it all. Give a fuck if you calling me wrong. Yeah I hope my son don't sip the rum like me I hope my daughter never going numb like me I hope they see the love and they diamond in the rough and they spirit strong with a sharp tongue like me But it's the story of the problem child Who knew my flaws made the people pull their dollars out I took another road opposite the proper route Solid view, solitude Got to keep the garbage out yea I just want these lessons gone Fighting hard to right these wrongs I'm just trying to be somebody Live my life on exit rows I just want these lessons gone and fighting hard to right these wrongs and I just want to be somebody Life that's on these Too stuck on moments