Homesick

Homesick
In a foreign whip
Not a drop top

And it's drugs not hugs, you don't even got to run from the dumb old fucks, it's okay to be stuck
Like the runtz in a blunt when you got it rolled up and I burn it like the sun, only light for months

Only light for months when you livin' in the night
When you buy 4 blunts just to never feel right

And I'm stuck in my home even though I'm homesick
I don't really see my friends, we like dogs in this
I think ima hurt again so I kill like wick...
How the hell I make amends with the man that I is?
U ain't ever have a plan, you just tried to make a trip!
I jus wanna make bands, spread it on my outfit...

Homesick
In a foreign whip
Not a drop top...



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Writer(s): Sergio Cisneros
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