Backhome freewave

[Intro] I gotta hurry up my phone finna die.. [Verse 1] That's like me checking my call log, in the most [?] And hear out everything I know I'm tryna solve em Shordy be at me on the web I won't get caught up Just made a vine and been smoking got this bitch caught up Bitch I'm in Miami it feel like I'm back home Imma one way trip, bitch you can't go back home I got my whole center united can't go back home I can't go back home, can't go back home I'm like bitches over what? I gotta block her from my momma phone Told her all my business she know I'm not falling to the bull Rolling off a hitta, I ate xan it made last summer cold Forgot what made me me, forgot my month my whole summer gone Back to school she ready, get her far from me as possible Bitch I go to tour up in your city that's impossible Masked up black thoughts and feelings mental [?] Been through this like five times I still don't know what imma do And I'm still stuck on my last high Don't think I have the courage to do that again Fuck the rules, look who raised me I know how to sin Fuck the rules, look who raised me I know how to sin