Come Home

[Intro] No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no [Verse 1] 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 [Interlude] No, no No, no, no, no No, no No, no, no, no [Verse 2] 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?"