Going Home (feat. Jordan Adams)

I used to always put the rhyme before painting the picture
I guess that I was trying to prove I'm a capable spitter
I'm trying to show them all the flow simply ain't for beginners
They used to shower me with praises, now I'm bathing in liquor
I'm grateful for drinkers, I hate that I'm sober
I'd rather stay with my sinners, they always hang 'til it's over
The days getting colder, I'm scared of the winter
My momma say I'm a winner, wonder what she'll say to my sister
I'm thankful for distance, it helps my fear of commitment
My father teary eyed, says even when I'm here, I don't listen
But I go there when I miss 'em, although I barely say shit to him
"I still love you, dearly" appears when the mirror is misty
Seems like it's clear but it isn't
Sometimes I feel like I'm gifted
Often there's still something missing
I wish the people I trust couldn't so easily conceal their opinions
Or maybe they didn't, maybe I'm playing the victim
It's still feeling a bit different, but if switching positions
I'd go to bat for you, Joey's attitude is that of a pinch hitter
And I'm a big swinger, mixed with a bit of a lyrical ditch digger
The second I sip liquor

Are you really going home after all?
Are you really going home after all you've done?
Your legs gave way, your back against the wall
You are what you are, no matter how far you run

If I'm not going to explain it
Then I ought to give a demonstration
How Jay's pen game can't miss
Man he ain't the one for you to play with
Lately I stay changing, so it's painful to see
That you really still be on the same shit
Complacency and complaining is contagious
It's dangerous to be brainless
I pray I don't get famous, but I hate sitting in a basement
Trying to make hits, while I stay stressing
Trying to book a session for a paycheck
A fake friend tend to wonder why you ain't paid yet
They'll say I'm next, but I can't let
Blind faith watch me face plant on the pavement
It don't make sense, I'm too anxious to be patient
I'm way far past waist deep to be wading
I can count on y'all sheep, just to stay asleep
But I'm Meek, Ima keep dream-chasing
Until the day that I wake up in anguish
Jay's saying that he can't miss, but he aimless
To be Frank, he's shameless
Taking blame ain't painless
But scapegoating is tasteless
So close I can taste it
Joe broke, but his brain rich
Flow colder than fro-zone, but his folks told him
He won't blow, and he ain't yet
Most won't love or hate this
The cadence a little basic
But if they listen and relate with it
It'll make it onto the playlist
Figured fuck it, Ima stay lit
By the eighth hit of the rotation
Figured Acid was amazing
But I never really had a great trip
Figured out that I wasted
A lot of good years getting wasted
Thinking Satan and I ain't yet been acquainted
Figure I ain't really saying shit
I'm just praying that my brain lives
It's a lonely road going home
Taking it slow, hoping I make it

Are you really going home after all?
Are you really going home after all you've done?
Your legs gave way, your back against the wall
You are what you are, no matter how far you run
Are you really going home after all?
Are you really going home after all you've done?
Your legs gave way, your back against the wall
You are what you are, no matter how far you run