Phone Home
Tryna find where my heart is Why is there so much darkness
They wish that I would just fade into blackness They ain't know that I'm a glow regardless
Enter the mind of an artist Most of us usually way too emotional
Might be a sinner, but I'm still the son of the Lord
Heaven said it's non-negotiable Demeanor is too unapproachable
I can see straight through what people pretend to be
Me, I'm the purest of pedigree We are not enemies because you envy me
Nah, I should make a documentary We either all in or fall out
Going through hell in gasoline draws A lot of y'all know what I'm talking about
Too blessed to be stressed, hell I'm too stressed to be blessed, well
I got the mind of a militant Way too competitive, I get obsessed
Diamonds and gold on my wrist and my neck And I just be pretending it isn't a flex
I take a pound, I break it down I light it and handling it into my chest
I am a force to be reckoned with Catching W's are definite
Converting worlds, I'm the president What am I on that's irrelevant
Act a fool, but I'm intelligent I want it all, not a settlement
Something about living life on the edge In a fast lane, feel like a hit of adrenaline
I felt like a million dollars when I woke up today
I rolled up some marijuana and I faded away
Faded away, oh I faded away
Do do do do do do
Play with me is a no-no I really don't cheese in photos
Addicted to things, I'm so gone I've been alienated, phone home
I've been alienated, phone home Addicted to things, I'm so gone
I really don't cheese in photos And playing with me is a no-no
And they can never take my pride I bet you would celebrate if I died
I know you're just here for the ride No, you're not really on my side
What if I were to fall into the nonsense? A lot of times can't find my conscience
Drunk out in public, acted up, not just Zip-lock bagging, let me light up the contents
Homie, you don't really know me Don't try to involve me with things I got nothing to do with
Got me some money, they want something from me The people I'm with, they're funny, I knew it
We wanna live life to the fullest Forget all the grief, forget all the pain, but
Forgiving you, I will be foolish Remember you leaving me out in the rain, huh
A natural-born misfit, yup I fit in with outcasts, yup
I heard you swore a witness, yup And told I don't doubt that, yup
I can see a snitch in That's why I never told you where my house at
Paranoid that I'm being follow-pulled To the crib and I park around back
I've been trying to save my soul So why would I take it slow
They want me to play my role If your friends are fake, they foe
Too many on the low Don't wanna see me grow
But they see a shooting star Everywhere that I go at
Yeah, I felt like a million dollars when I woke up today
I wrote up some marijuana, and I faded away
Faded away, oh, I faded away
Playing with me's a no-no I really don't cheese in photos
Addicted to things, I'm so gone I've been alienated, phone home
I've been alienated, phone home Addicted to things, I'm so gone
I really don't cheese in photos And playing with me's a no-no
They wish that I would just fade into blackness They ain't know that I'm a glow regardless
Enter the mind of an artist Most of us usually way too emotional
Might be a sinner, but I'm still the son of the Lord
Heaven said it's non-negotiable Demeanor is too unapproachable
I can see straight through what people pretend to be
Me, I'm the purest of pedigree We are not enemies because you envy me
Nah, I should make a documentary We either all in or fall out
Going through hell in gasoline draws A lot of y'all know what I'm talking about
Too blessed to be stressed, hell I'm too stressed to be blessed, well
I got the mind of a militant Way too competitive, I get obsessed
Diamonds and gold on my wrist and my neck And I just be pretending it isn't a flex
I take a pound, I break it down I light it and handling it into my chest
I am a force to be reckoned with Catching W's are definite
Converting worlds, I'm the president What am I on that's irrelevant
Act a fool, but I'm intelligent I want it all, not a settlement
Something about living life on the edge In a fast lane, feel like a hit of adrenaline
I felt like a million dollars when I woke up today
I rolled up some marijuana and I faded away
Faded away, oh I faded away
Do do do do do do
Play with me is a no-no I really don't cheese in photos
Addicted to things, I'm so gone I've been alienated, phone home
I've been alienated, phone home Addicted to things, I'm so gone
I really don't cheese in photos And playing with me is a no-no
And they can never take my pride I bet you would celebrate if I died
I know you're just here for the ride No, you're not really on my side
What if I were to fall into the nonsense? A lot of times can't find my conscience
Drunk out in public, acted up, not just Zip-lock bagging, let me light up the contents
Homie, you don't really know me Don't try to involve me with things I got nothing to do with
Got me some money, they want something from me The people I'm with, they're funny, I knew it
We wanna live life to the fullest Forget all the grief, forget all the pain, but
Forgiving you, I will be foolish Remember you leaving me out in the rain, huh
A natural-born misfit, yup I fit in with outcasts, yup
I heard you swore a witness, yup And told I don't doubt that, yup
I can see a snitch in That's why I never told you where my house at
Paranoid that I'm being follow-pulled To the crib and I park around back
I've been trying to save my soul So why would I take it slow
They want me to play my role If your friends are fake, they foe
Too many on the low Don't wanna see me grow
But they see a shooting star Everywhere that I go at
Yeah, I felt like a million dollars when I woke up today
I wrote up some marijuana, and I faded away
Faded away, oh, I faded away
Playing with me's a no-no I really don't cheese in photos
Addicted to things, I'm so gone I've been alienated, phone home
I've been alienated, phone home Addicted to things, I'm so gone
I really don't cheese in photos And playing with me's a no-no
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Writer(s): Kenneth Bartels
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