I Miss Home & Now I'm Broke
Well today um Josie decided that she just wanted to have fun you know, and not date, so there's that
We got Costa Vida and then I took her back to the little parking lot and just asked her, straight up, DTR, she just wanted to have fun, so
I'm way out on a limb here this time
Had to have my fun and oh boy I look fine
Took her to fancy places and got nice clothes
Way expensive food and now I'm broke
I think I'm finally missing home
Parents house and Oma'Oma'O Poke
It's a little late now to just back out
Contracts friends and useless clout
But as it is I feel like throwing up
Uh oh is this the start of adult stuff
Truth is I like it in Omaha way more than here
I left because I was losing my mind feels like Deja Vu
Back to music being the only thing there for me
At night I cry over Josie and stay up till three
Cause I just can't get a grip on reality
Will I ever truly see
Maybe that's what makes me me
Maybe everyone else is blinded by what they think they can't be
How do I write without thinking
How do I know what's best for me
How do I know what's crazy or just me being me
I'm wasting time without repercussion
When it comes oh boy I won't be laughing
Except I will cause that's how I cope with reality
I look back at what I've made and chuckle at the simplicity
Of the innocent mistakes and foresight I could've foreseen
If I get caught in the moment every time I get blinded to what I'm becoming
What's wrong with me ugh
I'm only stable when I have a girl
And even then I'm only stable when I'm with her
Oh boy
So I distract myself but even my distractions have stopped working
I run away, but hey I can't be happy
Here's to be wishing I'd stayed
At least back home I had a steady job
But here's it's one thing to the next like what's the whole shebab
Is this just cause I don't have a girl or is it something more
I always feel like the need to leave, WHY
I always feel trapped in my own part of life
Even when I choose it, makes me wonder if I'm afraid of commitment
I know with girls I'm not it just never works out
But as far as future plans go yeah
I run from anything that keeps me in one place like I ran from my mission
Do I ever come back, yeah, for a little
It's the only way I can to get myself to keep on living
I miss home and I'm broke time to run away
Adios amigos and adios babes
Let's go back home
I miss home and now I'm broke
We got Costa Vida and then I took her back to the little parking lot and just asked her, straight up, DTR, she just wanted to have fun, so
I'm way out on a limb here this time
Had to have my fun and oh boy I look fine
Took her to fancy places and got nice clothes
Way expensive food and now I'm broke
I think I'm finally missing home
Parents house and Oma'Oma'O Poke
It's a little late now to just back out
Contracts friends and useless clout
But as it is I feel like throwing up
Uh oh is this the start of adult stuff
Truth is I like it in Omaha way more than here
I left because I was losing my mind feels like Deja Vu
Back to music being the only thing there for me
At night I cry over Josie and stay up till three
Cause I just can't get a grip on reality
Will I ever truly see
Maybe that's what makes me me
Maybe everyone else is blinded by what they think they can't be
How do I write without thinking
How do I know what's best for me
How do I know what's crazy or just me being me
I'm wasting time without repercussion
When it comes oh boy I won't be laughing
Except I will cause that's how I cope with reality
I look back at what I've made and chuckle at the simplicity
Of the innocent mistakes and foresight I could've foreseen
If I get caught in the moment every time I get blinded to what I'm becoming
What's wrong with me ugh
I'm only stable when I have a girl
And even then I'm only stable when I'm with her
Oh boy
So I distract myself but even my distractions have stopped working
I run away, but hey I can't be happy
Here's to be wishing I'd stayed
At least back home I had a steady job
But here's it's one thing to the next like what's the whole shebab
Is this just cause I don't have a girl or is it something more
I always feel like the need to leave, WHY
I always feel trapped in my own part of life
Even when I choose it, makes me wonder if I'm afraid of commitment
I know with girls I'm not it just never works out
But as far as future plans go yeah
I run from anything that keeps me in one place like I ran from my mission
Do I ever come back, yeah, for a little
It's the only way I can to get myself to keep on living
I miss home and I'm broke time to run away
Adios amigos and adios babes
Let's go back home
I miss home and now I'm broke
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